The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1901-01-05

Horace Greeley once had a discussion
with an advocate of woman suffrage
shortly before the civil war, says the
Woman's Journal. He was using, as
his final argument, the inability of
women to fight. "What would you do,
for instance" he asked his friend, Gin
the event of WARP" "Just what you
would do, Mr.. Greeley" she replied,
promptly. Il should stay in an Office
and write articles urging other people
to go and fight"
Among all the horrors Of war, hui
morous situations often occur. An
English army surgeon in South Africa
tells an amusing story of an English
woman of high rank who was en-
crossed by the charms of amateur nurs-
ing. One morning, on approaching the
cot of a soldier to whom she had given
especial attention, she found him with
his eyes tightly closed and a piece of
paper pinned on the sheet, on which
was written; "Too i'll to be nussed to-
day. Respectfully, j. L."
The late John ]. ingalls, was en-
ployed by certain flash newspapers to
write accounts of all sorts of events
and sign his name to them. In the
course of his contact with the sporting
fraternity the ex-senator made the ac-
quaintance Of John L. Sullivan. and
one day, after examing the pugilist's
muscles and beating a tattoo on his
chest, he asked: Sullivan, why don't
you enter the ring again and try to win
the championship from Corbett?'' 'For
the same reason" answered Sullivan,
that you didn't enter the race for SEN
ator; l consider one knockout enough"
Colonel Daniel r. Anthony, brother
of Susan B. Anthony, and the last of
the fighting editors of Kansas, is on
record as the only man who has had
his aOrta severed and lived. In a
newspaper feud with a gambler named
Jennison, Anthony was shot. The
doctor told him he could not live. The
wounded man did not say anything
but babe his sister good-by and went to
sleep. When he awoke he asked the
nurse: what time is it? six O'clock"
replied the nurse. The colonel chuckled
for a moment, then said: "Say, that's
a good joke on the doctor, isn't it? He
said I'd be dead at five-thirty." He
fell asleep again, and when he awoke
thed doctor acknowledged his mistake.
There is no such luxury as privacy
to him whose name is heralded far and
wide. Some, no doubt, enjoy the dis.
tinction, but the majority must detest
the intrusion. Goethe once arrived at
such a pitch of Feasibility by reason of
the prying curiosity of visitors that,
when a tourist would not be denied. he
descended from his study, lighted can
die IN hand, and without a word of
greeting merely placed the candle on a
table and sat still. In nowise daunted
by the cold reception, the tourist calmly
seized the candle inc went round and
round the great man, examining his
physiognomy with deliberate scrutiny.
Whereupon the poet broke into a laugh
and ordered wine. And this persistent
visitor, needless to remark, was an
American.
At n Of their joint discussions.
which took place in Kentucky some
years ago, Tom Stuart, then editor of
the Winchester Democrat, gave his op-
ponent, l. N. Boone, a descendant of the
great Daniel, a blow that fairly knock
ed him out of the race for the leg
stature. Boone was making his
regular speech, and at the proper place
in it he referred to the matter of his
relation to the toiling masses. .My
friend" said he, holding up a pair of
hands that looked as if they had moi
been washed in a week, 'to let you see
for yourself that l am a horny-handed
son of toll, 1 ask you to look at these
hands, and" turning to Stuart, 81
would ask my pale-faced young friend
from the city what he thinks of them? ?"
Stuart was on his feet in a minute. 81
do not desire to embarass my distin-
guished opponent, ladies and gentle
men," he said with a bow, "but l would
say that 1 think that they need soar
and water" 1t was such an apparent
case that the crowd took hold at once
with a shout, and Boone was complete
~ hoored, and later Stuart was elected.