The age-herald., 1899-04-07
SOME STORIES OF { THE PRESENT DAY

Duf1nB the clOSlnB uayS or the last SeSs sion, said MT. Sherman, there was a young graduate of one of the noted -univers sities who came to Washington to study the workings of the government. The young man was very strongly impressed with the idea that there was something wrong somewhere, and he became imbued with the lofty purpose of finding out what it was and then fighting it. He bothered members of congress persistently in his search for enlightenment and he induced some of them to give him letters of intro- duction to Speaker Reed It was some time before he was able to secure his much coveted interview with the speaker but one day fortune was propitious, and the young man was ushered into the speakers private room. To his delight he found he was to have the speaker all to himself so to speak. He presented his letters to MT. Reed, and while the speaker was glancing over them he informed him of his mission.
 ]" Mir. Speaker he said, by way of in- trodueing the subject which I have at heart, allow me to ask you what you think is the great question now before the Amert- can people; the issue which is most en- crossing the attention of the masses of our popuiation?
 The speaker thought for an instant and then drawled out: I'm not quite sure but l think it's lodging bicycles
 'fThe young man took his leave with q grieved look, similar to that of bicyclist who has just punctured his tire."
 The next story which MT. Sherman re- lated of the speaker has to do with visit made by Mir. Reed to Lake Champlain. N Y. MT. Reed, Mr. sherman ard Con- gressman Foote were being shown around by native who had the story of that re- zion at his tongues end and who, much to the amusement of his listeners, was thu ow- ing in a lot of historical fiction as embe,- lishment to his tale. The native seemed to take particular interest in "stuff1ng" MT Reed whose identity was unknown to him. In spirit of fun MT. Sherman introduced the speaker.
 This gentleman he said to the native, lis Speaker Reed, the speaker of the Amer ican congress-"
 Do tell,' said the native, without any great degree of astonishment.
 I've heard something of you" he con- tinued, addressing the speaker. 'They do say as how you be the greatest speaker lbeil lilSy HdRc esSi Iidu. IHSy uO say llldt you can speak for fifteen hour3 on a stretch"
 This is too much," said Mir. Reed He takes me for a United States senator"
 An Englishman who recently returnei from India, where he sojourned for over fifteen years, makes an interesting state- ment to the Lancashire Daily Post with respect to the Kiplings. He became ac. quainted with both father and son, and tells good story connected with one of the latter's visits to Dharwai, about fifty miles from Lahore.
 It was on the occasion of a festival in connection with the anniversary of a mill There had been some sports during the day, and an al freseo magic lantern en- tertainment was arranged for the evening. The sheet was slung up on the front wal of the postoffice, and the lantern platform was in the roadway. An English doctor did the talking illustrative of the slides, and Kipling occupied a seat beside him. It was about the time of the Russia to India via Afghanistan" scare," and the Hindoos were alive to the possibility of the British be- ing threatened. Pictures of goblins, mon sters, giants and other horrors of the chil- drens fairy books were thrown upon the sheet. As soon as more than usually furious giant appeared, Kipling would say: Doctor, there is a Russian, if you please. tell em so;" and the doctor told them. Next two-headed monster appeared. An other Russian, doctor," said Kipling. The natives were spellbound with terror Everything that was dreadful Kip ing made the doctor describe as Russian. That lec- ture stamped out any sympathy with Rus sia and the Russians that might have ex. isted in Dharwai and the surrounding ham, lets. It was an evening of funny speeches and ludicrous congregations. There never was, however, a more effective oration than Kiplings.
 The series of stories now cropping out about the late Joseph Medill is delicious, and decidedly interesting to newspaper workers MT. Medill never taxed his mem ory with the contents of his paper except it's editorial page or matters of national importance This led to some humorous in- cidents. He was an inveterate reader of eX- changes. He read them wherever he went, and whether at home or in his travels in this country or abroad he sent nearly enough reprint to the office daily to crowd out the news and the advertisements as we'll When he was in Ireland some years ago, he found newspaper printed some- where on the Island Ill a remote town. When he finished clipping from it there was not much in the paper but holes. He enclosed the clippings, marking the margin of each his well-known Must J. M," and mailed them to Chicago. On his return he inquired for the issue of his pa- per containing the Irish clippings. The in- quiry necessitated the explanation that they had not been printed, or, rather they had not been reprinted. They had originally appeared in the Tribune under the direction of Mir. Medl The Irish paper had pur- Joined them without credit He was quite deaf, and sometimes his affiiction was util- ized to his advantage. In this case, when the explanation had been given, he looked out of the window and to the sky, and said:
 "Yes. 1t looks like a storm"
 An hour later he dumped seven columns of reprint on beet sugar on the managing editors desk with the instruction that he wanted twenty-five copies of the paper on the next day. Every correspondent in the country was instructed that night to keep everything down. and at 10 o'clock the man. aging editor was served with request to