St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-12-30
MONDAY CHIT-CHAT.

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Judge in his state who was obliged to
call upon an old darby to open his
court. says the New York Tribune. 1t
was evidently the first time that the
darky had acted in the capacity of
bailiff. He began:
ION yesl Oh yes! Oh yes! De hon.
o'bIe de Cot is now on de BENCH"
Then, after hesitating amoment, as if
not knowing what to say. he seemed to
hit it, and ended by exclaiming:
AN may the Lawd have mercy on
his soul"
Vance. that de hOnO'ble de CO't' rose
to the occasion and promptly remarked:
That's right, my man; that's right,
If there ever was court that needed
the mercy of God, it's this One."
''Papa, who's McGinty?"
She is but four years of age and ex-
ceedingly inquisitive, says the Chicago
Herald. She will not take 81 don't
know, dear" for an answer-She wants
satisfaction of some sort. In moment
of abstraction her papa had warbIed the
lines about:the unfortunate McGinty'S
descent into the coal hole. She had
heard it. hence the question.
.'McGinty was man who fell down a
coal hole in the sidewalk. dear"
didn't he see the hole?e
mo, he was loaded.
''When the coal fell on him?"
eyes, he had a jag. dear"
''What is jag, papa?"
ga sort of tide, pet"
"Did Mr.. McGinty get out of the
hole?"
at took his friends some time to dig
him out"
''Why did he wear his best suit of
clothes? 1t couldn't have been Sunday,
because the man was delivering COAL"
Il guess his best suit was his worst
one, too, darling" and the little ones
papa hummed another chorus.
81 thought you said he went to the
bottom of the hOie."
Il did, little one"
swell, just now you said he went to
the bottom of the sea-"
"He went there, too. dear"
$40 wash the coal off his best suit of
clothes?"
YES" desperately.
Haven't they found him yet, papa?"
81 hope not, Savagely.
ssHis clothes won't be worth much
when they do find him."
tllllih tlObs
Ibid he have any little girls like mep'
shouldn't wonder"
"Then why should he fall in the sea?"
"Maybe they drove him to it, dear, by
asking questions"
''Oh!"
Max O'Rell, otherwise Paul Blouet,
the author of three books. satires ON the
English, French and American people.
revisitS this country in January to en-
gage in lecture tour under Maj.
Ponds management, says the New
York Sun. The major, i'm speaking of
his forthcoming trip, said: when
O'Rell came to this country three years
ago he was complete failure as lee
ture attraction. He was to give fifty
lectures. He gave eight. Then he and
[ concluded to stop it. 1t was big
drain on my purse and his pride, and
we gave it up. Then he wrote his book
on Brother Jonathan, and the way that
it was pirated and exploited throughout
the country seemed the best sort of an
advertisement. One manager offered
him Immediately $3.50 per night for fifty
lectures, and the use of private car. But
O'Rell is not fool, and he knew that
such figures as that were out Of the
question. He accepted q much more
moderate one from me. But began to
feel very much discouraged about him.
Six weeks ago had been at loss to
place him for but six lectures, and
thought that this tour was likely to fall
as fiat as the other one did. But some
thing queer happened. A publishing
house here in New York, which has the
sale of O'Rell's book in America, sent
all over the country lot of Autographs,
pictures Of the author. Almost immedi-