A story is told of an old lady who has lived all her life in Walnut Street, as have generations of her family before her. The other day she is said to have consulted a young physician fresh from his honors at the University of Pennsylvania.
"What do you think is the matter with me?" asked the lady.
"I am inclined to think that your blood is not pure, madam. I'll have to give you something to purify it."
"Sir!" said the old lady with dignity, "you are probably not aware that I belong to one of the oldest families in Philadelphia."
SOUTHERN CHIVALRY
He was an old negro who had imbibed some of the traditional Southern politeness. He was sitting in a crowded car when a lady entered it and looked about for a seat. He immediately arose and, bowing, offered her his place. Scanning his spare figure and white hair, she said:
"But I do not wish to deprive you of your seat."
With chivalrous tone and a deep bow he replied:
"There's no depravity, madam, no depravity."
KNEW HER TOUCH