The record-union., 1899-05-28


mon, will never realize what a hui
morist she was. She wanted King
Solomon's Mines" by Rider Haggard.
Nobody knows, not even library at
tendant, how many "claims" Solomon
staked.
The young man who wanted "a Bible
with the Typography in it" was simply
exploiting his knowledge.
Some people call at the library and
do not know what they want The
mind-readeu attendant sizes up the
dome of thought ON such 81 one and then
suggests something that will stimulate
to greater or less epdeavor. Here is
such a case which phased even the at
tendant for some moments. He thought
he had sized up his man when he sug-
geSted one of Scott's novels, thinking it
would afford a little food for both
thought and imagination The visitor
looked knowingly at the attendant and
asked:
HAS he written anything lately?"
That question is somewhat in line
although it is another story-with the
crowd of tourists from the West who
We're visiting Kenilworth, when one
millionaire pulled his neighbor aside
and asked
who the h is this Mary Queen of
Scots they're talking about?"
But to come back to Copley Square.
How DR.. Holmes would smile if be
heard stylish young woman step up
to one of the library desks and ask for
The Autograph of the Breakfast
Table,
Even Charles Dickens would turn pale
df he heard a young woman ask for
Some of David Copperfield's works.
The young man who asked for 1.-THE
Book of the Day." by Robert Elsmere
was what might be termed a casual
Observer
One young woman was looking up
books on sculpture recently and she
said she had only found one that sat
isfied her in the catalogue, that was by
John Boyle O'Reilly, and she wanted
more The book of Boyle O'Reilly's
which she had discovered but not seen
is entitled THE Statues in the Block,
and Other Poems She meant well.
One big man boldly walked up to the
Bates Hall desk recently and said he
wanted THE Scarlet Letter. by Canon
Farrar.
The attendant looked up from his
work and said he didn't know of any
such book.
well, you ought to- was the reply.
ut is one of Canon Farrar's best
books
''The only book entitled THE Scarlet
Letter that I know Of" replied the at
tendant, 'is Hawthorne's,
mo. this is by Canon Farrar. Tvs
read half of it, and I want to read the
other half
How does it beging'
Begins with a murder"
you probably mean The Woman in
Scarlet by A, Conan Doyle"
That's the fellow"
And yet people wonder why the at
tendants at the library are not salts
fled with their salaries and their gra-
dations by Civil Service which never
advances then-if they get proficient in
their departments
This man was an impressionist. who
wanted THE Coachman of Miles Stan
DISH
The man who called for a Lexicon
of the Austrian Language the other
day, had some light scattered through
him when he was informed that there
We're no less than forty different Ian
guages and dialects spoken in the Aus
trian empire, and that German was
the language spoken most generally at
Vienna No lexicon.
L want The Gentle Art of Making
Enemies, said sour-faced woman, as
she laid her bag down with a thunp on
the desk. She didn't look as though she
needed it.
You mean Whistler's worqz?" said
the attendant.
L don't care whose work it is.
want it, I want to read it,"
She got it, and never smiled or said
Thank you." liatht
A woman who called at the art de-
partment recently went away some
what astonished. A friend of hers had
written her from Baltimore about
photograph of a picture which had been
received by the latter. The Baltimore
woman could not place the picture-it
had no title. So she appealed to her
Boston friend and sent a rather vague
description without the photo. The
Boston woman rushed to the library.
climbed the stairs to the art DEPART
ment, and never even looked at the Sar-
Nobody could recognize the picture
from the description given. Then she
could herself; all she wanted was to
look through the collection of photo
graphs in the library and she could
pick it out. She was informed that
there were about 10000 photographs in
the collection. She changed her mind
Can you tell me who the author Of
Quo Vadis' is?" said a looking
woman the other evening.
.'Sienkiewicz" said the attendant.
with a nasal twang and cultural tone
combined.
I'm glad I found out how to pro-
nounce that name. Say it again, please?
Good evening""
And thus it gees from morning till
night, when the tired attendants go
home from the Copley Square intellec-
tual mill and go to Their beds and dream
dreams of queer people seeking for
oWledge.-Boston Globe.
False Substitute for Opium.
Several weeks ago it was announced
by Texas journal, which made some
nretRnSa to scientific knowIedpa tbot