The Washington critic., 1888-01-21

ing one back TO Corea. There are
some warriors among this Corean
Legation, and there are over 1,OOO,OOO
soldiers in Corea. The dress of the
warrior consists Of long silk tunic of
pale blue or pink, with deep pendent
sleeves Of bright red. This red rep
resents the blood of war, and in his
court dress, before and behind, on
| breast and on back, he has embroi-
dered two tigers. 1t is now nearly six
years since we signed our treaty of
peace and friendship with Corea, and
| | am told that the King of Corea feels
very friendly to the United States.
The Legation have great hopes of the
future OF their country, and they think
that the progress is only begun.
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Says the Washington correspondent
of the st. Louis Republican, There is
such q striking resemblance between
Representative Mansur of Missouri
and Ex-Governor Chauncey Black of
Pennsylvania that no less than
twenty-five or thirty people have
within the past few weeks spoken to
Colonel Mansur by mistake for Mr..
Black. The other day Mr.. Ermen-
trout, who represents the Reading
district, happened to be with Mr..
Black ut the Capitol at time when
it was convenient to introduce these
gentlemen who so much resemble
each other. 1t is useless to say that
when they became acquainted their
broad smiles were depicted on the
countenance of each gentleman. They
then related how many times each
had been taken for the other on
the streets of Washington. On New
Years day Colonel Mansur called
upon Mr.. Bayard, the Secretary of
State. Now, Colonel Mansur has for
some time thought that If there was
anybody who should know him Mr..
Bayard was that man, for many times
in the past they have met. When
the Representative entered the house
of the Secretary of State Mr.. Bayard
approached him and said: "Why,
Governor, how do you doP ] am de-
lighted to see you" Then Colonel
Mansur began TO appreciate more than
ever the striking resemblance referred
to. The Secretary turned to one of
his daughters, saving to her: "You
know the Governor, of course; it is
useless to introduce YOU" The young
lady was not certain whether she
knew him or not. Finally Colonel
Mansur said to Mr.. Bayard: "Mr. Sec
retary, who do you think / am?"
Mr.. Bayard replied that he thought
he was speaking to Ex-Governor
Black. Then the Missouri Represen-
tative told him of his mistake, and
there was hearty laugh, after which
the two distinguished gentlemen went
over to the sideboard and INDUCED in
O cup of chocolate or anything else
that might strike their fancy. Colo
mel Mansur is little taller than Mr..
Black, but in face and figure there is
q striking resemblance.
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Said an attache of the White House
to a correspondent the other day:
"You can have no idea of how busy
we were kept in chasing off the
itinerant photographers that used to
infest the house and grounds. They
would come by the dozen at about the
hour Mrs. Cleveland usually went
driving, and stand upon the steps with
detective camera to catch her as she
passed Some of the cameras looked
like little handbags, and others were
small boxes carried under the coat.
However disguised we soon got to know
them and hustled them out in short
order. A young man appeared one
day with small detective camera,
| the existence of which we would
never have guessed but for an acci-
dent 1 noticed his rather peculiar
actions and wondered what he was
after. As a lady caller, who slightly
resembled Mrs. Cleveland, left
the house he walked rapidly along
at her side, occasionally giving Wig
orous tug at string that dangled
from under his vest. Suddenly some-
thing gave way, and shining, nickel
plated disk, about eight inches in
diameter, dropped to the tiles with q
crash. 1t was detective camera
worn under the vest, the lens pro-
truding through buttonhole, and the
whole suspended by ribbon passing
around the neck. 1t contained q cir.
cular dry plate, which was shattered
in dozen pieces, and was operated
by the cord that hung from his vest
Apologizing confusedly to the lady
who had been frightened half out Of
her wits by the crash of what sh'
evidently thought was an inferna
machine, he hastily gathered up tn,
fragments and fed down the drive
way"
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This from the New York Pres
might have happened in Washington
but it didn't: The scene was ladies
luncheon at the house of literar.
light. Every guest present, save one
belonged to the writing fraternity
She enjoyed the distinction of doinI
nothing and being nobody in particu
lar. Whatever time she had lef
over when she was tired doing nc
thing she put in to her own satisfac
ton in calcimining and tinting he
face. On this occasion she was pla;
tered over with great thoroughnes
and dyed like jacqueminot rose
The conversation turned to decorativ
painting. One of the ladies was bot
near sighted and old fashioned, quit
untaught as to "make up" and a
secret adjuncts of the toile
Innocently she said to tn
painted guest, "You paint, do yo
not, Mrs. MaulsticlS ?" Mrs. N
looked at her in panied astonishmen
too shocked to speak. Blush sh
could not on account of her coating {
enamel. paint flowers on plaqu,
/, and things, mean" went on the OLE
fashioned inquisitor mo" replie
the discounted Mrs. Maulstick,