"I was booked for a lecture one night at a little place in Scotland four miles from a railway station.
"The 'chairman' of the occasion, after introducing me as 'the mon wha's coom here tae broaden oor intellects,' said that he felt a wee bit of prayer would not be out of place.
"'O Lord,' he continued, 'put it intae the heart of this mon tae speak the truth, the hale truth, and naething but the truth, and gie us grace tae understan' him.'
"Then, with a glance at me, the chairman said, 'I've been a traveler meself!'"—Fenimore Marlin.
Two young Americans touring Italy for the first time stopped off one night at Pisa, where they fell in with a convivial party at a cafe. Going hilariously home one pushed the other against a building and held him there.
"Great heavens!" cried the man next the wall, suddenly glancing up at the structure above him. "See what we're doing!" Both roisterers fled.
They left town on an early morning train, not thinking it safe to stay over and see the famous leaning tower.
Mr. Hiram Jones had just returned from a personally conducted tour of Europe.