The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-07-18
STORIES OF THE STREET,

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Adlai Stevenson Is a better Democrat
even than he Is q story teller, though Ia
tne latter role he comes second to but
low members Of the Iowa State Bar as
sociatlon recall with pleasure Mr.. Steven
son appearance at a. banquet given by
Inat organization In Sioux City last year
Inc nominee for vice president was at
tne time stopping there at the home Of
was invited to attend the banquet, and
! was quite the lion at the feast, at which
no WINE was served, and when he was
called upon by James o, Crosby, Of Gar
nav1iio' To- president Of the association
ana postmaster for the occasion, he
arose and remarked, inasmuch as he was
not prepared to make a speech, he would
tell a story. The story the Chicago
chronicle says, was about a man who
went to a small prohibition town in the
state Of Maine, and while there was
seized with a. great, abiding thirst for
whisky. There being no saloons, he tried
a drug store There he was told
he could get whisky only on the
prescription Of physician. He called
Upon doctor, who refused to give him
prescription because he could find moth
| ing about his constitution that was
| wrong.
well, what am going to do about it,
| docY" inquired the thirsty man in tones
| Of desperation. He would have been will
| ing to contract the smallpox for the taste
OF q bit Of hot stuff at just that mo-
| ment.
| The doctor was q good-natured sort Of
| fellow and in wise sort of tone he
| dropped the suggestion that there was a
| nest of snakes not more than mile and
| a half from town. If he could manage
| to get bit by a snake he would have to
n nTY1 nfC1yx IrNL> ~ Il
| tor would make out the prescription. The
man with the thirst was overjoyed, and
| started off to the snake cave An hour
and a half later he returned tired, dusty
and disconsolate.
| well, dear sir" replied the man with
| the thirst, ST called on the snakes, but
| discovered that every one of them had
| their bites engaged for six months ahead.
1 quit
| Miss Stanton. the prima donna of the
| Boston Lyric Opera company, is in a
| condition bordering on mental collapse;
| not from overstudy, be it said. but rather
| from a little affair which happened on
| the Northern Pacific railroad the other
| day, which, to say the least, was heart
rending to the lady's vanity. The COM
| pany was travelling from one city to an
| other. Miss Stanton was reading a novel
| on the train, when she was approached
| by the conductor, who said:
II shall have to- ask you for a ticket
| for that boy9
| 'I guess not"
Hes too old to travel free He occu-
pies a whole seat and the cars crowded.
There are people standing up
That's all right
'I haven't time to argue the matter
You'll have to payIfor that boy
I've never paid. for him yet, and I'm
| not going to begin doing it now"
| You've got to begin doing 1t some
| time. If you haven't mad to put up any
fare for him you're mighty lucky, or else
| you don't do much travelling"
| That's all right
you'll pay for that boy or else I'll stop
the train and put him off,
That's all right You put him of If
you think that's the way to get anything
| out of me-"
you ought to know the rules of this
| road. How old is that boy2"
II don't know. I never saw him be-
| fore. If you want ticket for him you'd
better ask that old gentleman down the
aisle. He got on with him"
She was slender, very trim and decided
ly chic-looking. She carried herself in
soldierly fashion, and she was one. a
| conspicuous one, Of the large crowd that
awaited the approach of Roosevelt at
| Fourth and Stbley streets. For she was
! gowned in the uniform Of the rough rider,
| the short skirt, however, being substituted
for the trousers, and she wore the jaunty
1haki-colored costume with as brave an
air as any gallant recruit that ever
| climbed San Juan hill Up the street
| came Col. Roosevelt and his rough rider
escorts. The flags tapped gayly in the
! breeze, the music played blithely. the
crowd cheered and Miss Rough Riders
| eyes danced. Soon the governor had
reached a point where even his near
sighted eyes could distinguish individuals
| In the crowd, and very soon those quick
glancing orbs Of his had fastened them
selves on the lady in the uniform The
crowd eyed the colonel, the colonel eyed
the lady and the lady smiled and nodded.
Instantly the famous rough rider rose In
| his seat, bowed coUrteously and smiled
genially. 1t was a pretty little incident
and it was the signal for a tremendous
outburst of cheers from the crowd.
cheers for Roosevelt, cheers for the little
lady and cheers for the beloved rough
rider uniform, the uniform of courage
A tiny colored boy, who stood In line
| with the crowd that passed in front of
Col Roosevelt, provoked much amuse-
ment yesterday afternoon. He was such
a, mite that it was a marvel how he had
ever D6en Ab46 10 nOld n1S own IN the
immense crowd that surged about the en-
trance to the reception room. But he
did hold his own, and his little black face
was one great wrinkle of gratifed tri-
umph as he marched sturdily along with
the line. AS he approached nearer and
nearer to the governor, however, a deep
sense Of his own unworthiness, or awe
at his nearness to the great man, chased
the grin from his face, his eyes began
to look piteous. Finally, he was oppo-
site the governor the latter's hand was
cordially outstretehed. but the small Son
| Of Ham hadn't the necessary courage
and most ungracefully ducl1ed that strong
right hand. The governor would not have
| it SO, however. Aren't you going to
shake hands, my SOM" he called as the
black head bobbed past and the line
waited until the small man turned and
placed his black little paw In the gov
errors, dropped funny little courtesy
and disappeared, all smiles.
FROM MANY SOURCES.