The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-07-21
ABOUT PEOPLE AND THINGS.

A Cambridge (Mass) woman during the
recent very hot days hired a small boy with
sponge to stand at a watering trough
near her home and wet the heads of all
the horses as they came up to drink.
The French Republic provides for ex-Em-
press Eugene constant bodyguard in the
person Of a Corsican, whose service dates
from her own reign. He shadows her
faithfully at a distance to protect her life
in her frequent walks.
George Meredith's home is at Box HILL
near Dorking, where he lives the retired
life that has earned for him the title of the
Sage of Box Hill. Last week, accompanied
by his daughter, Mrs. Sturgis, he visited
the Mickleham elementary schools and pre-
scented each child with jubilee mug.
Mr.. Huneker tells a story of Herbert
Spencer playing billiards with an antago-
mist who ran out without giving the phi
losopher a chance to handle his cue Sir"
SAID MIR. spencer, a certain aUllty at
games of skill is an indication of a we'll
balanced mind, but adroitness such as you
have just displayed is, must inform YOU
strong presu1nptve evidence of a misspent
youth"
The Prospect Union, of Cambridgeport,
Mass, organization of workingmen and
college professors and students, whose OBJ
ject is the promotion of better social con-
ditions, has received $4,000 by the will of
the late Mrs. Randall, of Boston. She also
bequeathed $4,000 to Radcliffe College and
$40 900 to the FoXcroft Club, of Harvard, for
the erection of suitable club building,
where students may obtain board at cost.
The King of Servia is credited with hav-
ing no respect for any woman. One day he
was losing at Paris gambling hell, when
he turned roughly upon a lady, who was
standing behind his chair, and said Il
wish you would go away. You make me
lose never have had bad luck excepting
when you are there. Pardon, sire" she
retorted, Il was not there when you ran
away from the Bulgarians, nor when you
lost your crown.
Florence Nightingale thinks there is al
together too much said against tea drink
ing, and says she would be very glad if
amy of the tea abusers would point out
what to give an English patient after a
sleepleSs night instead of tea. 1t is the al
most universal testimony of English men
and women" she continues, who have un-
dergone great fatigue, such as riding long
journeys without stopping, or sitting up for
several nights in succession, that they
could do it best on an occasional cup of
tea and nothing else
William Lloyd Garrison, a son of the ia
nous Aboitionist, said of his father in a
recent lecture in Boston: "At home Mr.
Garrison was cheerful. His sense of the
ludicrous was very marked. He was pas
SiOnately ind of music, and had a habit
of singing through the house. Babies We're
a delight to him, and would be good with
them. He was very fond of punS. When
the servant failed he helped in the kitchen
when there was sickness he was a wonder
full nurse. AT table he made the cOnVersa-
ton general, and drew out the most timid.''
One of the Boston papers tells of a novel
society which exists up in Maine, called
the Custard Pie Association. 1t meets once
a year. Fifty or sixty persons belong to
the society, and they all come to the meet
ing if they are able to walk. They have
fun playing games of various sorts during
the morning, and when dinner is served
there appears on the table many large GUS
tard pies, baked in two gallon milk pans,
and of the precise golden-brown, with yell
low cloudy markings and scattered sprink-
lings of nutmeg, which the true custard pie
always affects. Maple sap and country
cider are furnished beverages, and this
pie-eating festival is one of the most salts
factory of the most novel on earth.
This is a hard world, said the youth,
Who wistfully and long complains
Cheer up" the farmer cried. In truth,
1t will get softer when it rains"
Washington Star.
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone"
Wheel, and your love wheels with you;
Walk and you walk alone.
cleveland Plain Dealer,