The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-05-09
ABOUT PEOPLE AND THINGS.

VIM A. Eddy. the expert kite-fyer, was
prevented from taking views of the Grant
parade by reason of the wind, which was
blowing at the rate of fifty-seven miles an
hour. He was prepared to get a number of
pictures, but every kite that he attempted
to put up was blown to pieces.
The Governof of Victoria, Australia, was
awakened recently at 2 o'clock in the morn
ing by a violent ringing of his bell. The
visitor was a man who had suddenly dis
covered the only solution of the Eastern
problem, and wanted his plan to be sent
at once to Mr.. Gladstone by telegraph.
1t was at a recent meeting of women,
says the New York Tribune, and a number
of delegates had made earnest addresses,
when a little woman in the rear of the hall
arose, and. addressing the chair, said:
Madame President. l am tired of so many
squeaky sopranos; | want to hear a man.
Queen Victoria. astonished the visitors at
Nice by her hardihood in driving in the
open air in all kinds of weather. In the
face of driving rains, which kept almost
every one else indoors, the Queen drove
about in her unpretentious carriage, no.
ticeable only for the outTider and the Scot
on the box.
DR.. Oliver Wendell Holmes once made an
address in his native town to a medical as
ISOLATION. The president of the association
was the son OF a man who had been the
druggist of the village when DR.. Holmes
had studied medicine there. 1T is good to
look at this young man. said the genial
autocrat, and trace his fathers liniments
in his face"
1t is said that a young woman once asked
Chief Joseph if he had ever scalped any
one. When the question was translated
to him, Joseph looked at the fair ques-
toner intently. then walked around behind
her and viewed the knot of hair only half
hidden by her bonnet. Tell her. he said
to the interpreter, that have nothing in
my collection as fine as that"
Miss Edith Dingley, the only daughter Of
the father of the tariff bill, is not in WASH
ington this winter with the family, as has
been her custom, but has taken up her res
idence In New York, where she is deVoting
all her time to the study of vocal music:
Miss Dingley has "A fine soprano voice. and
is always sure of a big audience in Lewis
ton when 1t is announced that she is TO
sing.
Matthew Arnold's Olympian name are
said to have excited amused comment even
at Oxford. In the most patronizing way
he would generally end an argument by:
Yes, yes, my good fellow; you are quite
right, but you see my view of the matter is
different-and | have little doubt it is the
true one" This went SO far that even the
simplest facts failed to produce any inn
preston on him.
A correspondent of the Washington Star
corrects the statement that General Rug
giles is the oldest living graduate of West
Point. The honor, it is claimed, belongs to
Brevet Major General George S. Greene
first lieutenant u. s. Al, who entered the
academy on June "a, 1919, was graduated in
1923, nine years before General Ruggles,
and served with gallantry in the volunteers
during the civil war.
Since the death of her son Mrs. John w.
Mackay has been living in strict retire.
ment, and has evinced no inclination to re-
sumo the brilliant career for which she was
at one time famous. Almost Immediately
following the death of her son came the
death in Rome of her father. Colonel Hun
gerford. Since this later event she has
been living at the Horel Metropole, in
Monte Carlo, in almost absolute seclusion.
VIM. c. Harick, of Albany, N. Y, has re-
ceived an autograph letter from Justin Nc
Carthy, which, in view of the latter's Sc
riOus illness, is of deep interest. Mr.. Nc
Carthy discourses upon death, and says:
" The remembrance of youth says Ali, the
Arabian prophet, is a sigh Not, surely, IL
youth has been spent to any purpose. L pre-
fer the proud recollection Of Goethe'S Egg
mont, just about to die: L cease, but I nave
lived
When May comes by I like to go
And sit upon the bank,
Some bank not by a river, no,
Nor full of flowers rank;
But one of that most lovely kind
hat only rich men know,
Where he who seeks is sure to find
The greenback in full blow.
-Harper's Bazaar.
She smiled at me as she quickly passed.
over the handle bar;
That sunny smile was the maiden's last.
Over the handle bar;
She cannoned hard on a naughty stone,
She took a header she couldn't postpone,
And her twinkling heels in the moonlight
Shone,
Over the handle bar.
Irish Cyclist.
How times do change! If here to-day
viii Shakespeare swung his quill.
His next would be q one-act play
To use in vaudeville.
Cleveland Plain Dealer.