The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-11-12

point. Art is required for everything, of
course, and little more is necessary for
writing with a goose-quill than almost
any other undertaking.
Among the minor complaints with
which we are sometimes afflicted, espec-
tally in society, says a writer in the New
York Tribune, is what might be called so
cial alteration, the symptoms being a cu-
rious stoppage of the current of thought
which causes us suddenly to be completely
oblivious Of the subject of conversation.
and which leaves us ridiculously at loss
for an intelligent rejoinder TO the re-
marks of any one with whom we may be
talking. One of the many phases of this
popularity is the forgetting of names
with which we ought o be perfectly IA
miliar. leaving US in n most awkward and
Notifying situation. This sudden for
getfulness may affect the young as well as
the old, but, of course, with the latter il
is ascribed to mental failure
You know what gracious manners Mrs.
Y has" remarked one of her acquaint-
ances, speaking of certain grand dame.
1T was too funny, the other day, at one
of her receptions, to see her introduce a
visitor to friend of hers who was stop
ping in the house. She began with the
friend: My dear. 1 want TO present to you
Mrs and then she stopped. I knew
i'm an instant by the expression of her face
that she had forgotten the name Hastily
mumbing something she recovered her
possession and proceeded L know you
will be mutually interested she continued
with a happy inspiration of memory, as
you are both so fond of music. My friend,
Mrs - here she hesitated again; in her
agitation she had forgotten the other
name. Another humble. and then CON
Guiding with the words, "a rare performer
she sailed off with dignted and appar-
ent Inconsistencies. The two women
looked at each other and laughed, having
grasped the situation.
I am Mrs. Smith, said one, and I am
Mrs. Brown replied the guest of the
house. Poor, dear Mrs. X Her memory
is not as good as 1t used to be- "
People have even been known to forget
their own names on occasions, without any
other sign of mental trouble, and a case OF
a young woman who forgot the name of
her fance when asked to introduce him
TO an acquaintance shows that it is not a
failing of old age. 1t is simply curious
little lapse of memory to which we are all
liable.
Charlie, dear" said the young mother,
"Pve decided on a name for baby. We
will call her Imogen."
Papa was lost in thought for a few min
utes. He did not like the name, but If
he opposed it his wife would have her own
way.
That's nice" said he presently. my
first sweetheart was named Imogen, aud
she will take it as a compliment
I'VE will call her Mary, after my moth
er," was the stern reply.-Colliers Weekly
Thirty-seven. SAYS the London Age Is a
fatal age. An examination of the records
of a register of deaths will show you that
more people die at that age than at any
other after attaining their majority. 1t is
moreover, VIGOROUSLY unlucky age, more
mlsfortunes overtakiug the average man
at or about 81 than at any other period
of his life.
Thirty-seven has always been an unlucky
age. The greatest trials of some of our
greatest men overlook them at 81, or there
about. Many men distinguished in politics,
literature and art died at 81.
At the age Of 81 great sorrow befell
Aristotie-the death of Plato, his friend
and teacher, with whom he had studied
for nearly twenty years This sorrow
plainly showed its effects upon his future
life, and to IL may be attributed the sad
tone of his later writings.
II was at the age of 81 that Lord Byron
died of fever at Greece. Raphael the
glory of Italian art, died at 81. He fell
sick week before his birthday of cold
and fever, and died on that day, Good
Friday. In him the world lost one of its
greatest artists.
England lost her greatest composer at
the age of 81. Purcell, the most dlstin-
guished musician Britain produced, died
within few days after attaining his 37th
year. PASCAL, too, died at 81; but the list
could be extended indefinitely. Thirty
seven is certainly fatal and an unlucky
age.
At times it would seem, says the New
York Tribune that some magnetic at
traction drew certain people together, even
though half the words width divided
them, and years had brought partial for
getfulness. One of these curious coinci-
dences or whatever it may be called,
which finally resulted in a marriage. oc-
Cured at the WaldOrf-Astoria last winter
between q middle-agod man and woman
who for the third time have been brought
together by that mysterious fate which
seems 10 govern the destiny of certain
Individuals.
Many years ago, on the banks of the