The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-06-16

DJ JuulclOuS investments IN telegraph STOCK
when the whole system was yet an experiment.
He is well along in life, and while sufficiently
crossed with the management of his estate, is
not so harassed by his employment as to allow it
ever to drive him into the grave or the insane
asylum.
THE Princess Isaoslla of Bavaria, recently
married to the Duke of Genoa, is described as
looking like a wax statue, without particle Of
color in the face rich, auburn hair; dark, visit
full eyes, and the figure of Juno. She very
timid and retiring, and even her smile is tinged
with sadness.
The Berkeleyan Society of the University of
California recently published volume of poems
by the students, and four times the sheets had to
be recalled from the bindery and reprinted on
account of the discovery that some OF the con-
tributtons had been stolen bodily from we'll
known authors.
1T appears that the Marquis of Lansdowne,
the new Governor-general of Canada, was to
have succeeded Lord Aberdare as president Of
the Royal Geographical Society, and at the late
annual meeting of the society Sir Henry Raw
Hnson remarked that on more than one occasion
when tie society had elected distinguished
man for its president her Maesty's government
had straightway fixed upon that person to fill
some important and distant appointment. 1t
was so when they elected the Marquis of Ripon
as their president, and again in the case of Lord
Dnfferin and OF Lord Northbrook.
THERE was some personal enmity between the
late DIR. Sprole and Jefferson Davis, and when
the latter became Secretary of War the minister
was removed from West Point. DR.. sprole had
charge of a church in Washington while Davis
was in the Senate. What the quarrel between
them was about is not stated, but Mr. Davis is
rnn nd oh oxro ~, t,;a
white necktie he would give the preacher
sound thrashing. At this remark DIR. sprole
took the white necktie from his throat, and said
to Mr.. Davis that he was ready for him. This
seems to have taken the pluck out of the fiery
Southerner. The Doctor was a well-built pow
erfIfi man.
BEATRICE DE RoTHsCHILD, whose marriage
took place last week, is nineteen J ears old, and
one Of the most beautiful brunettes in Paris,
bearing striking resemblance to her mother,
who was famed for her beauty. She is very fond
of outdoor sports, and has been said to spend
one half her time riding driving and the other
half talking horse.' She is the second daugh-
ter Of Baron Alphonse, head of the Paris house.
Her husband, Maurice Ephrussi, age thirty,
one Of four wealthy brothers. is a small, deli
cate and rather plaln-looking man, with Slavonic
features. He is noted for his elegance of dress,
and in France is esteemed a fine horseman.
NINE. EDMOND ADAM, the editress of the Paris
Nouvelle Revue, and the lady whose salon is SO
famous in that city, gave, few days since, at
her farm at Abbaye de Gif, in the pretty valley
OF Chevreuse, garden party, which was quite
an artistic event. Mme Adam, in aid of the suf-
ferers from the foundations in Alsace-Lorraine,
had appealed to 100 of the most eminent artists
and sculptOrs of the day. These artists and
sculptors, among whom figured Henner, Bonnat,
Belcourt, Bouguereau, Carolus. Duran, Millet,
Franeeski, and many Others had responded to
her appeal, and gave her number of works,
which were so many gems. Nine. Adam issued
1000 tickets at 100 francs apiece, and sent the
100000 francs to the sufferers.
NJ CLARETIE first became known in the news
paper world in 1858, when, one morning, slen-
der, beardless, blushing, with an umbrella under
his arm and wearing a good suit of clothes, he
entered the office of LIE Gaulois. "Messieurs,"
he said, with high-bred courtesy, to the as.
sembled editors, 'I have ventured to bring an
article for your estimabe journal" They glared
at him through clouds of tobacco smoke. He
became confused, dropped his umbrella, and laid
his manuscrpt-a poem in prose-upon the
table. The chief editor took it up and read it.
at will be used next week" ''Eext week."
echoed Claretie, In delight; "ten thousand
thanks" "Will you have ciSaretiei' asked
one Of the editors. "No, thank yon; 1 never
SMOKE" Then, nervously consulting a hand
some watch, he added: "Pardon messieurs;
my family expect to dinner" and bowed
himself out. The moment he was out of hearing
the editors Joined in a chorus: "He has a
watehl" "And an umbrella" "Good clothes"
ga familyl' "He d1nes-and at hOme!" "He
never smokes!" Then, all together, fortissmO:
"He will never amount to anythingi"