The Savannah morning news., 1903-01-04
NEW YORK TOPICS
VIEWS AND UNDERCURRENTS OF
THE METROPOLIS.
ONE BISHOP GAVE A SHOCK.
TO HIS FELLOW WORKER IN PHIL
ADELPHIA.

n Joke ON H1mseu Inat senator
Depew Refrnins From Telling
An Ocean ROgues' Gallery the
Latest Scheme TO Protect Trav-
eIers Against steamship Gamblers
Two Stories of How Card Sharps
Operate AHoat-An Amusing Anec-
dOte of IL. c. Frick's UnvaryinE
Punctuality in Keeping Appoint
ments-When Marconi Had Dingy
lodgings and Offices.
New York, Jan. 4.-"Bishop Edward
G. Andrews has been as successful in
raising tens of thousands of dollars
for the Methodist Episcopal Churchs
twentieth century thank offering of
$20000,000 as he was in shocking his
fellow churchman. Bishop Foss, of
Philadelphia, few years ago." said
apropos of the New Year announce
ment that the sum had been raised.
over in the Quaker City the laity
has a habit of getting together once
a year at banquet, or, more properly
speaking, reunion, at which a dinner
10 SeiNeu' 10 TINS JOllluCdtOH lHe
bishops of the East are invited and
many attend.
AT the reunion of which speak
Bishop Andrews had the seat of honor
on the right of Bishop Foss, who
is old-fashioned and uncompromising
in his views and whose stern coun-
tenance, which hides a warm heart, is
rarely lighted by a smile. In sharp
contrast, Bishop Andrews has a face
and eyes from which laughter is al
ways trying to escape, and at the din
ner the New York representative of
the church fairly dubbed over with
the humor for which he is noted.
The dinner progressed smoothly
down as far as the time for punch,
which wasn't on the menu. when the
walters Unexpectedly began serving a
punch-a very, very mild punch, in
deed. The bishops were served first
and no sooner had Bishop Foss grasp
ed the situation than he sternly
showed the little cup OF GOODNESS from
under his nose. Bishop Andrews who
had quizzically observed the toast
masters action, waited until the latter
was looking his way, then deliberately
put spoon in his punch, took
mouthful, and followed this up by an
other and premeditated smacking of
the lips.
Bishop Foss was one of the most
shocked men I've ever seen. why,
Brother Andrews he began, but he
could say no more; all he could do
was to look crushingly at the bishop.
After he had complacently finished
his punch, Bishop Andrews looked UP
at me and winked as he earnestly
struggled to keep from laughing
Then he calmly reached over and took
hold of the punch that Bishop Foss
had refused and ate it.
when he had finished Bishop An
drews said to his brother bishop:
" You should have tried it, Brother
Foss. I've never tasted-ahem-a
better ice.'"
This incident recalls to my mind my
good fortune in being present at q
luncheon in London at which both
Dean Farrar and the late DR. Parker
Engiands greatest preacher were
guests There was little SIMILARITY
either in the religious views or the
methods of work of the two men. Dean
Farrar is delicate, minute, detailed
and intensely high church." DR. Park
er was bluff hearty, and a hater of
ceremonials.
They sat next each other and talked
earnestly about the redemption of the
East End. Dean Farrar deplored some
methods in vogue. He said that reIig-
icus belief was the essence of the truly
beautiful and that he could not an
prove of the introduction of vulgar
methods into the churches.
"Ah," said DR.. Parker, do YOU go
fishing much?"
No" replied Dean Farrar. "but
used to-
We'll" remarked DR.. Parker, you
found you had to use different kinds
of bait for different kinds of fish, didn't
your
"Of course" assented Farrar
"Well, a mans soul is not so diff
ferent from hungry fish, said DR..
Parker. 1.-THE angler wants to catch
fish. He will offer worms to the crude
eel little fishes to the cannibaI pike
and delicate flies to the dainty trout.
And, sir, I assure you, sir, you've got
to bait your hook as carefully when
you are fishing for immortal souls as
you have when you are fishing for the
fish that perish utterly. Why, sir, were
I physically capable of it and thor
oughly convinced that, by doing it, /
could save human soul from damna-
ton, / would stick my feet in the air.
put monkey on one of them and a
parrot on the other and walk on my
hands from Temple Bar to Charing
Cross, SIR
Here is a brand-new Chauncey De-
pew story that he does not tell him
self.
In the dark. after he had left a
gathering not long ago. he stepped into
cab, supposing 1t to be his own
brougham and called to the driver to
take him to a place some two miles
away. He did not look at the driver
and was too busy thinking up Jokes
to spring at dinners to notice the tat
tered condition of the vehicles inter-
ior
He arrived at his destination, jump
ed out, still distracted, kept the driver
waiting an hour, came out and, again
without noticing, climbed in, calling
out another distant address.
The driver drove. His way took him
through the roadway tunnel which |
goes under part of Central Park. By
this time the Senator had been in the |
cab or keeping it waiting for about |
three hours. The driver was evidently |
suspicious. In the darkest part of the |
tunnel he stopped, got down and pulled |
the door open, with a jerk.
Say, Gully" said he, Hi hain't seen |
the color o. yer cash yet. Yer .cawn't |
stick me. yer know. Now, yen ave to |
gimme somethink hon haccount Come, |
come"