The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1901-01-25
HE WON HIS BET.
The scheme Bright Son Worked on
His Innocent Father.

HIS innocent rather.
81 wonder If everybody is crazy?" said
n young insurance man to his father the
/ other day as they sat looking out of u
plate glass window on Lasalle street.
"Why:"
oh every second or third man you
meet when you begin to talk To him
| pol,cs his hand up in the air and waves
it around and around as if he was draw
ing circles.'
Nonsense. 1t isn't So
"Wcll. governor, | say it is so. and I'll
make you a bet of $50 suit that a dozen
men will do it right in front Of this win
dow in half an hour If | 20 out and stop
a few for minutes chat"
"1ou young rascal, you'll tell them to
do it just to win that suit. You'll tell
them we've got that bet"
Honor bright, pop, won't mention the
subject Is it go:"
Its a go all right, my wise young man.
I'll sit Mt the window here and see you
fail"
The young man goes out. Man comes
out of next Office. Bows to old gentleman
in the window. Stops 10 talk TO young
man. Old man smiles. Then stops Then
his eyes begin to pop. Next door mans
right hand goes slowly up, revolvcs about
an imaginary central axis and keeps up
ward and onward until the hand is about
as high as the man can conveniently
reach.
"Oh, you've got it, That's right" is
what the old gentleman hears his son say
as the man brushes hurriedly down the
street.
Another young fellow comes along. He
won't do it, the old man knows. He
I knows - NIL
Can't talk anything else Hears him
shout to young man, Are you in the
foursomc todayY No. He hasn't got the
wrist twist.
Young man speaks to him. Suddenly
the golfers face grows grave and
thoughtful. He doesn't speak for a min
ute or two. Up goes his hand. and that
blamed fool revolving motion takes place
'Oh, that's it, is it," says the SON "Yes:
I'll he out to play in the foursome."
Another and another comes along. some
smiling at first, some preoccupicd, but all
rs soon as the young man who is winning
suit speaks to them push up fist and re-
volve it or vary the movement by turning
down the index finger and describing
corkScrew curves in the air
"Blanked if everybody isn't crazy or
that boy is putting a spell on thpm." says
the old man. And he promised on his
honor not to tell them to do it,
suppose we open the window a
crack. puts in the bookkceper. "and lis
ten to his magic words" 1t was done as
another victim made his appearance.
This is what they hear:
Morning, Tom
Morning, Harry"
i've been standing here puzzling over
simple thing What is winding STAIR
anyway?'
why, don't you know that? Why, it's
a-a'- Up goes the fist, slowly revolv-
ing. and But try it on anybody who
hasn't heard it before, and you'll see how
it's done.-Chicago Inter Ocean.
How to Dress.
Corpulent women are undoubtedly at
great disadvantage in matters of the
wardrobe. 1t is possible to so dress a
too attcnuated figure that it will appear
reasonably full and round, but it is inn
possible to disguise or suppress supertlu-
Gus flesh. Much can be done, however,
by good taste and management to make
n too bulky form seem less in size Dark
colors should be chosen instead of light,
subducd tints instead of brilliant, duh
surfaces instead of glossy and small, in
conspicuous designs or none instead of
large noticeable patterns The clothing
should not be very sCant and tight, but
should veil the figure and leave its pre-
else outlines vague, since they are nat
| urally too eXubcrant. Flat decorations
should be chosen and those of a sober
! character. a long skirt is always more
suitable for a stout figure. as it gives an
impression of greater height and conse-
quently greater slcndcrncss.
What the Reporter Would Have.
Major Pond in his book, "Eccentrcities
of Genius" relates this 0necdote of Max
Oltell, who once wrote, Major Pond
was the only man met in America who
was not colonel"
"One night O'Rcll had been in bed for
perhaps an hour in the Grand Pacific
hotel in Chicago when there came a very
decided rapping at his chamber door
Who's thereT called Max.
a reporter came the answer
We'll, | can't see you now I'm in
bed
1.-The Frenchman heard his door pushed
open. and the chair which he had placed
against it tumbed over. Some one ad-
vanced into the room. struck a match
and proceeded to light the gas.
We'll. Well What'll you have. sir?
nat II you nave! cried Max ORell in
dignantly.
The reporter tossed the match into
the fireplace and, throwing himself into a
chair, said:
Whatll have? Oh III have a
whisky cocktailn"
Victor EmmanueI's Sang Froid.
An anecdote has been published prov
ing King Victor EmmanuePs sang froid
when quite youth. In 1887 experi-