Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1903-09-07
GOOD SHORT STORIES.
Incident and Anecdote from Various
Sources.


avenue car a few steps away. He had
rather bulky dress suit case, and a
couple of boys instantly ran toward
him, crying, Garry yer bag, Mister?
Carry yer bag?"
DR.. Dixon shook his head, but one of
the urchins persistently ran beside
him, looking up at the tall preacher
and coaxingly repeating, Say, Mister,
don't yer want yer bag carred-don't
yer want it carried?'
DR.. Dixon replied, mo, no, my boy
no, no.
WELL" said the gamin, as he fell
back, IF yer don't want the bag car
ried, what in blazes are yer carrying
it fur" New York Times.
A party of tourists visited the senate
restaurant at Washington They
peered about in every corner.
so this is the place where the sena-
tors eat their epicurean feasts, is it?"
asked lady with gray ringlets and a
determined cast of countenance,
Yes. ma'am,' the guard replied.
Precisely at that moment a waiter
gave an order for the two senators
from Michigan, who were lunching to-
gether ...--.-----.-.-- commandment
He said: Senator :. Burrows wants
an apple and glass Of milk, and
Senator Alger wants acdish of ,tapioca
pudding. "-Saturday Evening Post.
II have a little NIECE said New
York lady recently, who sometimes
exercises her imagination at the. ex
pense of the truth. Last week she
came in and told her mother that she.
had just met and played with great
big yellow lion out in the park.
NOW, Bertha said her mother,
you know that is story. You must
not tell stories, and when you go to bed
tonight you must pray the good Lord
to forgive you for telling that story
$50, when Bertha had finished her
prayers her mother asked if she had
prayed for forgiveness for that mis-
statement.
eyes, mamma. and the good Lord
says to me, Miss Bertha, 1 have often
been fooled by that big yellow dog my
SELF"
A correspondent of the New York
Sun relates this incident: Passing
through Utica the other day on a New
York Central train l was approached
by a dapper youth before the train had
fully stopped. He handed me a card.
He hurried along through the car
distributing cards to all the passen-
gers. He had scarcely reached the
next car in his headlong career when
he was followed by young man with
suit case in his hand, and a good
looking girl tripping lightly on his
heels. They sat down for second or
two, then popped up and disappeared
toward the Pullman.
In the meantime the passengers had
begun to read their cards and smile.
and l read mine. This was what /
found printed on it in good plain type:
Your attention is called to a newly
married couple on this train.
She, the bride, wears blue, BEAM
ing smile and blushing face.
He, the groom. of medium height.
mis- apparel, and the satisfied look
WHICH SeeIIlS 10 say. one helt Ilci
Happy Home for Me-
You are invited to make their ac-
quaintance, you don't need an intro
duction introduce yourself, they will
be pleased to meet you" q
Several of the passengers awaited
themselves of this invitation and went
into the Pullman to take a look at the
bride and groom. and the groom
seemed to be tickled immensely by this
token of esteem from his fellow citi-
zens, but the bride wasn't enjoying 1t
quite so strenuously. 1t was to me an
entirely new mode of wedding torture,
and / mention it so that others, as
ignorant as I, will not be surprised in
passing through Utica at anything that
may happen.
a certain rich Philadelphia was
about to employ a coachman. The
applicant was an Irishman and his
name vas Mike.
With great solemnity Mike had told
the prospective employer that he knew
more about horses than the man who
discovered them. He had also set
forth in choice language that he did
not swear and had placed new blue
ribbon upon his breast before he start
ed for the interview. The employer
was impressed.
Mike, I think you are all right"
said the man that owned the horses,
but there is one thing I would like to
ask you about"
Sure, answered Mike.
"Nvell, Mike, have you the regulation
, Irish family?"