The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-01-08

nad Deen MADE, the iNlctlm OF many
newspaper stories. One of the clever
est of these is the following; published
in the New York Telegram:
Ben Lodge the comedian, was spend
ing the summer in St. Louis and his
friends out there had a good laugh at
his expense s- tr,t
1T seems that Mr.. Lodge had been
excessively troubled by.pains in his an
hles, occasioned, he thinks, by dancing.
Now, the comedian needed these an
kles in his business, and their lame
ness caused; him no small amount of
annoyance.
AN insane asylum is close to where
he boarded, and one evening, as he sat
in his room enjoying his pipe, his eye
wandered over the extensive grounds
of the institution.
THAT would be a famous place for
the Kneipp cure" he thought. TN try
| 1t on my game ankle in the morning"
He arose at o'clock the next morn
ing, arrayed himself in a bathrobe of
startling color scheme and betook him
self to the asylum grounds He swore
in dramatic style as his soles came in
contact with the cold globules that orn-
amented the grass. But he gradually
became accustomed to and enjoyed the
sensation. AS he tramped about he fell
to reciting his lines for the part of Gas
pard in the "Chimes of Normandy"
Like the artist he is. he became. not
Lodge, but Gaspard, and all unheedfnl
of the time and place he struck the old
miser's crouching attitude when he
counts his gold upon the tables in the
old church. ''' '''..'-., ,.,,.-..
The mistake the attendant made
when he anne upon him at that
moment was a natural one. The come
dams hair had been closely ShaVen.
quite as close, in fact, as is necessary
in the strait-jacket wards, and his eyes
We're rolling in the fine frenzy his dra-
matte zeal had induced. His high col
ored bathrobe lent no mildness to his
exterior
Come back to the house. old fell
low said the attendant, breakfast is
ready"
Mr.. Lodge with difficulty strai ghtened
the back which had been at a Gaspard
angle.
TN go to breakfast when I'm ready"
he remarked.
Then a fearful thought laid hold upon
him
This is one of the bugs that's got
away he thought, and dozen or more
chills chased themselves down his spine
Come on said the attendant per-
suasively. but firmly
Again Mr. Lodge swore, but this time
it was inwardly and at the supposed lu-
matte.
said the comedian.
The attendant grasped his arm. The
comedian yelled.
Another attendant put in a timely ap-
pearance. This attendant had OCCASION
ally strayed into Kroeners park. He
recognized the little comedian and call
ed off the big attendant
Ben Lodge returned to his boarding
house, persphiring more than the early
morning atmosphere Justified So he
has. not since been heard to allude to
the kneipp cure and Sny reference to
his ankles has the influence of the pro-
verbal red flag upon the bovine
When Mr. Warde and Miss Kidder
went hunting up the properties for their
plays last summer they came in one of
the shops upon screen, which they
thought would be the proper thing for
their production of THE School for
! Scandal" Mr.. Warde asked the price
and a ridiculously low one was named
Before both the actor and and actress
| could cry. We take it, the shopkeeper
| went on to say: That belonged to an
| old customer of mine on Fifth avenue.
| He won't have it in his house and
must sell it out of his sight, or he'll
| stop trading with me. He is man of
| the world, with more or less idle Cos
| sip attached with his name. Without
| the slightest foundation his name last