The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-06-28
sToRYETTEs.

| At the famous ball given by Mrs
| Westinghouse in honor of the mechani-
| cal engineers. says the New York Tri-
| bune's Washington correspondent, a
plain little old woman from out OF
| town, evidently quite unused to ban
| quets of that character, was vainly
| trying to point out to the waiter dele
| gated to serve her some dish among
| the elaborate French compositions dis.
played that she recognized and liked
Finally, pointing to some delicately-
Drowned balls and plate of what look
| ed to be biscuits, she said:
'"I'll take one of them goldfish balls
thankee, and one of them biscuits"
The waiter smiled, but prepared q
plate for her without telling her that
the Goldfish balls were lobster croquettas
and the biscuits pate pasties. The dear
old woman ate them both with evident
relish, although she confided to the
amiab1e waiter
This is mighty funny Goldfish ball.
faint a bit like Mary's-Mary is my
cook--but, then, it's pretty nice, and
low to get Mrs. Westinghouse ito give
me the recipe
The morning after the first Pader-
ewski recital in Leipzig, says the New
York Sun, two girls were walking along
the Rossplatz talking. They had at
tended the recital. One was too prac-
teal to be given to romancing, but her
companion had golden hair big blue
eyes and a permanently gone" ex-
preston.
He does look rather delicate" re-
marked the practical girl. When saw
him come out on the stage last night I
couldn't help wondering If he had on
wooden socks, and if anybody sees to it
that he has diet of good, wholesome,
strengthening food He doesn't look 1t. y
oh. yes" said the other, she doesn't
look as though hs ate much. How |
should like to be the one to look after
his diet, she went on, unmindful of the
scorn on her companions face II
should perfectly love to give him some
(she paused thoughtfully then cried
triumphantly) some doughnuts!
How yez heard about it?" queried
Shannigran, with well-simulated indig-
nation says Harpers Bazaar. "Dhe
authorities wudn't let 'em bury a poor
ovid woman yisterdayn'
''Wudn't let 'em bury herr" ejaculat-
ed McLubberty. AN for phwoy not,
OF dun'no'?''
She wasn't dead! That's wan on
yez, Mack
'Niver m.oind! Niver moind! Oill
work up aph on sawmbody ilse"
Meeting OHoggerty little later he
remarked:
Ut's savages thot rule us, d'yez
moind?"
Dim not married mesilf," replied
O'Hoggerty, calmly.
'Oi don't name that. Begorra, Obey
wudn't let EN- bury poor ovid dead
woman yisterday!" -.
"Phwoy not?'', a+
Because she wasn't dead Haw
Haw!"
Wasn't dead? Die divil! Yez just
said she was dead
"Av Oh did OF got ahead av mesilf.
Ut's a joke, d'yez see? OF am a wag.
Dyez know pivot wag is?'
"Yis!"
"Phwot, thin?"
"a wag is a dom fool"
Senator Vest is not dead yet" saws
the correspondent of the Chicago Rec
ord, even though he declares that the
politicians of Missouri have been try
ing to administer upon his estate Nor
has he lost his sense of humor. While
a friend was sitting with him in his
library the other day servant brought
up the card of a Mr.. Westcott.
Senator Vest read the name aloud
and then remarked to his friend
y" do not know the gentleman, but
H.. l.