The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1898-05-09
ABOUT PEOPLE AND THINGS.

Of late Colonel Fred Grant has come to
look wonderfully like his late father. He
smokes a great deal, too and handles his
cigar exactly the general used to Go.
A Bostonian who spent some time in Ma
Mia says that his winter costume consisted
of gauze underclothing and white duck
Jacket and trousers. and his summer cos
tune of white duck jacket and trousers
without the gauZe.
Henry George the son of the great single
tax advocate, is IN San Francisco, where
he is gathering material for a biography of
his father. He says that he has no political
ambition "other than is necessary to help
the American people,"
The new $50 900 statue of President Kruger
which is about to be erected at Pretoria,
will be the first instance of any parsonage
being represented either in marble or in
bronze with a stovepipe hat on his head.
The artist at first objected to the hat.
Careless or impolite editors are not toll
Grated in China. The Picking Gazette an
nounces that editor of that city, who in
referring to certain dead Chinese rulers.
mad omitted to give their fun titles, has
just had his punishment committed from
being slowly sliced to pieces to simple de-
capltation.
The streets of Manila are so modern rs
to be quite out of keeping with the gen.
eral appearance of the town. They are per-
fectly straight macadamized and provided
with ample granite walks. OF these the
Escolta and the Rosario are the best. In
both there excellent shops, kept prin-
cipally by Chinese merchants. most of
whom come from Annoy. Tin-roofed houses
line each side of both thoroughfares.
You a daisy" is used by Dickens in
David Copperfeld," in the sense of calling
a person a daisy in the way to express adj
miration and at the same time to laugh at
ones credulity. Steerforth says to young
Copperfield: David, my daisy, you are so
innocent of the world Let me call you my
daisy, as it is SO refreshing to find one in
these corrupt days so innocent and unso-
phisticated. My dear Copperfeld; the dais-
les OF the field are not fresher than you. =
Mr.. r. R. Lamont A. r. w. s., who has
just died in London from an attack of pneu-
monia, was the original of THE Laird in
"Triby." He and Mr.. Du Maurier had been
fellow-students Mr. Lamont was born near
ly sixty-fiVe years ago in GreenOck, where
hiH father was bank manager. AS an
artist he devoted himself especially to water
color. and he was long an associate Of the
Royal Water-color Society. though he also
did much in black and white for the maya
zines and as an illustrator of books.
Years ago Bohemian London was much
thrilled by splendid dinner given by
Jan Van Beers, the painter. 1t was served
on table made of glass. and lighted from
underneath. the wire being so arranged that
the turn of a knob could change the color
of the illumination. The proprietor of one
of the great Nice restaurants seems to have
borrowed the idea with much success, and it
has become quite the rage in London to
give a yellow pink, blue or mauve dinner
on an electric table. the flowers and general
scheme of decoration carrying out the color
chosen.
A slip of paper any shade.
goose quill and drop of ink,
And loi anon my fame is made
Provided / can think.
Lee Fairchild, in Godeys Magazine.
Myrtila writes Her pen above
The scented paper swift doth move
And in her earnest downcaSt eyes
The light of great endeavor lies.
A mild excitement's in her air:
Above her brow, soft and fair,
gently waving wanton tress
The minds emotion doth confess.
Myrtilla writes. Perchance it is
A lovers note, a written kiss;
Perchance an essay, grand and great;
Perchance a sonnet passionate;
Perchance-but listen: Take one cup
OF milk. teaspoon heaping up
With baking powder, add the whites
OF seven eggs Myrtlla writes!
Truth