The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1901-02-28
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MNQDENTS

The late John NJ. Palmer was one OF
the wits of public life. When he re-
tired from the Senate he showed no
signs of encouragement, but said TO
some friends: Patience is all need.
| come into fashion about every ten
years in illinois,"
An Irishman was wheeling heavy
barrel up street the other day, when
some one asked him: Mike, what
have you got in that barrelf Pon
my word, | hardly know meself, for
II has whisky on one side and Pat
Duffy on the other"
One of Mr.. Whistler's art students at
the schools in Paris the other day asked
the master very seriously II he thought
that she might paint Nature exactly
as she saw her. Mr.. Whistler very
promptly replied: There is no earthly
reason why you should not paint Ma
ture exactly as you see her, so long, my
dear lady, as you do not see Nature
exactly as you paint herr
The Bishop of Liverpool has request
ed girls who are candidates for con-
firmation not to wear hairpins, as they
prick his hands in the act of laying on
of hands. When DIR. Creighton, the
Bishop of London, was recently asked
how he solved similar problem, he
replied: ~ confirm all the boys per-
sonally, and transfer those young por-
ctpinas 20 INV o,ffraUan Uha ia on old
varsity oarsman, with the cast-iron
hands of blacksmith"
Frank +. Moore tells a significant
story of the influence of Imagination
upon health in "A Journalists Note
Book" A young civil servant in In
dia, feeling listless from the excessive
heat and long hours of work, consulted
the best doctor within reach. After
examining him carefully, the doctor
said, gravely: Il will write you to-
morrow" The following day the young
man received letter telling him that
his left lung was gone and his heart
seriously affected, and advising him to
lose no time in adjusting his business
affairs. "Of course, you may live for
weeks" the letter said, but you had
best not leave important matters unde
cided." Within twenty-four hours he
was seized with an acute pain In ths
heart, and, as he grew steadily worse
he sent for the doctor the next day
what on earth have you been doing
| to yourselfT' demanded the doctor
when he found the young man con
fined to his bed; there were no indica
| tons of this sort when | saw you yes
terday." at is my heart, | suppose,
weakly answered the patient. You
hearth repeated the doctor; your hear
was all right yesterday" MY lungs
then" "What is the matter with you
man? You don't seem to have beer
drinking" "Your letter.! gasped til,
patient; you said had only n few
weeks to live" Are you crazy?' salt
the doctor; II wrote you to take few
weeks vacation in the hills and yol
would be all right" For reply the pa
tient drew the letter from under tn
bed-clothes and gave 1t to the doctor
"Heavensr' cried that gentleman, a
he glanced at II; this was meant 10
another man! My assistant misplace,
the letters" The young man at one
sat up in bed and made rapid recoy
cry. The patient for whom the dlrefu
prognosis was intended, was delighte,
with the report that a sojourn In tn
hills would set him right and starte
at once. Five years later, says Mi
Moore, he was alive and in fair health