The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1893-05-23
sToRYErrEs
Grave and Gay, Epigrammatic and
Otherwise

ChlldlCn, was introduced To little glrl
four years old. She gazed at him with
an expression half incredulous. care
you the General Grant that fought in
the battes?' she asked ayes, was in
a good many battles" said Grant
The little one looked at him in wonder
ing silence, and then said ''lets hear
you holler!'
Kenny Meadows the artist was the
author of a wellknown studio pun.
There had been one day long talk
about fresco and the palette necessary
for it, and the repeated remark that it
needed a palate of earth quite tired
him out. "You talk of ochrcs," he said
"but the worst of all you haven't named,
though its the commonest That's the
mediocre"
A good deacon in a small New Eng
land town, who is on intimate terms
with the Almighty, and believes that
good deeds should be promptly reCog
nized, gave this encouraging assurance,
the other evening, while "leading in
prayer. "And, O Lord, if Thou wilt
move the heart of any young man to
enter Thy service as a missionary we
will show our approval in a way which
Thou wilt appreciate" Whether this
offer has been accepted is not yet
known.
This story is at present making the
round of the German musical press
When the composer SChultze was cap
turcd by brigands in the Abruzzi, they
demanded one Of his own compositions
from him, with the result that he sang
an aria from his latest opera. But be.
fore it was ended, the entire band burst
into tears, and their captain offering
his hand to Schultzc, released him with
the words $50 you, too, steal1 | never
exact anything from a colleague q"
A recent sudden death necessltated
the breaking up of a well-known estab
lishment in London, and the eldest
married daughter of the house, in spite
of her grief, was worldly-wise enough
to remember at the funeral that her
father had a treasure of a cook which
it would be well to secure. After the
funeral, therefore, she sent for the
Chef who, with many regrets over his
inability to oblige madam, informed
her that her younger sister had en-
gagged him Immediately after the death
OF Gee cher ct bon monsieur, son
pere."
An impeCunious man stood atthe cor
ner of one of the Jersey City cross
streets during the recent bad weather
watching brakeman as he helped to
shunt freight train into one of the
great car yards. The roofs of the cars
were slippery and wet, the brake wheels
looked cold, the brakeman had a red
nose, watery eyes and general APP
pearanCe of discomfort, and he looked
as if he had been out all night. Turn
ing to bystander, who was also wait
ing for the train to pass, the impecun-
ious one remarked, as he looked up at
the detected and grimy figure, Con
the whole, l think I'd prefer to be a
banker
Some years ago, Rochester clergy.
man, in baptizing an infant, paused in
the middle of the service to inquire the
name of the infant, to which the
mother, with a profound courtesy,
replied; SHADY sir, if you please. -
SHADY" replied the minister; "then
it's boy and you mean Shadrach,
eh?" "No, please your reverence, its
a girl" "And pray" asked the in
quisitve pastor, chow happened you &c
call the child by such a nameP "Well,
sir" responded the woman, ''if you
must know, our name is Bower, and
my husband said as how he should like
her to be called Shady, because Shady
Bower sounds so pretty"
$50
One of the professors in Cambridge
(says the Boston Budget has a little
boy named Christopher. The sayings
and doings of the son have passed into
college history. 1t seems that one day
the professor was lying on his sofa after
a hard days work in philosophy, and
while in a state of unconscious cere.
bration, suddenly caught sight of Chris
topher on the floor The professor
gazed at the boy in deep silence
Then he said: "What would you do,
Christopher, in case your father should
die3" Christopher thought for a
moment Then he lifted his eyes.
"Oh, don't worry, father, there's time
enough to think about that when you're
dead"
Mr.. Chittenden, in his recent volume
of personal "reminiscences, records that
he saw Van Buren, at his Lindenwald
home and passed night there, taking
dinner and breakfast with the ex.
President and his son, and he tells a
pleasing story of fine plate which a
servant placed at his place during the
dinner. Van Buren's son, "Prince
John" observing Mr.. Chittenden's in,
terest in this plate, remarkt that ii
had been made Criginally for the King
of Italy. He had purchased it in