The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1897-06-24
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The late Professor Jowett had a curl |
Gus way OF commenting on the work |
that was brought to him by students.
On one occasion he was shown a set
Of Greek verses. After looking them
over carefully, he glanced up rather
blankly and said to the author: Have
you any taste for Matchmaker
In one Of the small New York towns
where the residents swap farm prod
ucts for groceries, a boy was sent to
the store by his mother, and this (says
the New York Times) is what an aston
ished outsider heard him say to the
store-keeper: Mister, ma says you're
to please give me a eggs worth Of mus
tard. The hen is on"
When DIR. Whewell, master OF Trim
ity College, Cambridge, was a tutor,
he once invited a number Of his men to
a "wine"-as the entertainments Of
those days used to be called. Noticing
a vacant place, he said to his servant,
''Why is not Mr.. Smith here" He is
dead, sir" was the reply. Il wish you
would tell me when my pupils die"
was the indignant answer.
An Irish conductor on a branch OF
Boston's West End railroad came into
the car one day and called out, EVAN
seat on the roightl Sit closer on the
roight, an mex room for the Teddy
phwat's standing" A big, surly-look-
| ing man who was occupying space
enough for two said, sullenly, "We
can't sit any closer" Cant yeez?" re
torted the little conductor; "begorry
you niver wint coortin', thin" 1t Il
needless to add that room was made
ION the roight" for the lady.
An amusing story is told of how the
late Lord Fitzgerald discounted q
treasury official who was sent ovel
from England to complain of the ex
cessive expenditure for coal In tn,
Lord Chief Justices court He re
ceived the man, and listened gravely
and formally while the latter stated
his errand and enlarged upon the i'm
portance of economy in the matter o
fuel. At the conclusion of the dis
|, course, he rang the bell, and, whel
the servant appeared, said: "Tell Mar.
that the man has come about the Goals.
Joseph Chamberlain is young-look
ing man, though not so youthful as
few years ago, when he was a membe
of Gladstone's administration. Cross
ing the Irish Sea one day, when tn
steamer was Overcrowded, he was az
companied by bearded private secrt
, tary. The latter picked an acquain
ance with a Scotchman, with whom h
discussed the slim possibility of secu
ing berths. "You and l, mon," said til
, Scotchman, will occupy the berth
: and the wee laddie"-indicating the di
tinguished statesman-"can just 1
himself down on the floor"
: The papers are full of tales just no
! of how the late composer, Brahm
|, treated pianists and singers who we
!. eager to get his criticism If one
a these aspirants for his favor was 70
= tunate enough to find him at home al
!. be received, Brahms first concern WI
It to seat himself on the lid Of his piano,
< position from which he rightly deeI
le ed few would have the temerity to on
him. If this failed, he had recourse
the statement that the instrument w
out Of tune "Oh, that does not matter
es remarked one courageous individu
e, perhaps not to you, but it does
he me-" replied the master On one {
is casion, he was just leaving his hou
re when a long-haired youth, with bu
j. die of music under his arm, hailed h
s with Can you tell me where l
as Brahms livesT" Certainly" answ,
IN ed the master, In the most amial
's manner; Sin this house, up thu
ld flights" and so saying, he hurri
u away.
- Signor Arditi, the musical conduct
= whose badness Is well-known, wore
:. wig only once in his life. 1t was in n
:. York, and he bore as philosophically
>. might be the surprise betrayed by
orchestra at his novel appearance. b
while the musicians were tuning
he began to feel uncomfortable. Pr
emily the door opened and Alboni pc
as ed in. Arditi knew that the pri
W donna had an ineradicable abhOrrel
as of wigs "Where is ArditiY' she
~. quired of one of the company. III
~ | am" replied the conductor, rat
shamefacedly, stepping forward.
o looked at him for moment, and Il
lou burst into laughter. what, Ardi
, ue' she called; sis it Indeed you in t
~. - wig? Never, in the world! My g
~ friend, l should never be able to S
lo with that before me. Here"' With
bound she seized upon the unfortur
wig, dragged it from his head,
. threw it to the other side Of the 70
He did not replace it; and though
always fancied that a wig would
come him, he never again wore one