New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-11-20
THE TALK OF THE DAY.

The Earl of Stair who is seriously ill. repre-
sents a long line of distinguished ancestors. Dali
rymple by name and of those the most iustrious
was Marshal Stair who after doing great things
in the wars of Marlborough sent as English
Ambassador to Versailles. Louis XIV said that
Lord Stair was the best hammered man he had
ever met. For once, when the Grand Monarque
beckoned the earl to enter his majesty's carriage
first, his lordship, with a bow, did so without
more ado. "A less polite man. said the King,
would have deprecated the honor, and begged me
to take precedence of him."
CUI CULPE.
IAN interesting experiment in the share Of voluntary
5T has been s6 n tne Ea have
registered the rity of the applicants being unsked
shire where work rad been found for them Sails
asked why they had come back they replied Wen it
had rained' Within fortnight dozen out OF the orig
loafng again the corners-Daily Paperl
A unemployed. ard wOrkin' man
wOt works at hany job e can
Not carpentrn that-cOs why?-
Thems tribes an tribes is tribes. ses l.
But hanythnk, as you might sye,
Dyer see?
wots things a-comin' to? Tor,
Ere's me. SO 'elp me Bob,
WY S, 5ds th an H me 50 DOOR
F For han mi'i bIoomin JOB OBJ
I wouldn't shirk no kind OF work,
/ amt no clarsy snob
There amt no jobs. There amt bin none
Since them percessions stopped,
they KEEP yer trampin', rine or sun;
Why, ten an fifteen mile we done,
YAs t Gairg@ Ia the to%n for arfacrown
Until we Orl but dropped.
Afride o. work? Not me! I'll go
Ill-wot sir? Weed yer garden? Oh.
Well. that's tride agin, yer know
D Or tex fix yer yer sixties. Jist t mike 9
A bloke a job TO earn bob
For my pore missis' sike!
wot? Ave tried the country? Yus.
An thereby angs a tile
Me an my mites-a score of us
My wot piice! No tram! No busi
Yer never seen sich style
Without yer walked mile,
Fust day we stuck it--lord knows 'ow-
Altho' the boss e swore,
Cos why? We couldn't milk COW.
or go and feed fat ole SOW.
The stibiesl which the like O. SIGH
] never did afore.
Fust day. as were sayin', passed,
Altho' agn the CRIME
Next mornin it were rinin' fast.
An wot's the country Ike, j asst,
When it's PORN rine?
Ter IL short, up an cort
The early Lunnon trine
A unemployed ard workin' man
That's me,
-wot works at hany job e can.
Does e
A 'orny-anded son of toll
Wot amt ashimed to soil
is 'onest 'ands wtv dust an oil
Dyer see?
Nearly five hundred violets were picked in Anon
Bradley's dooryard in Southington Conn, on
Wednesday Mr.. Bradley is Southington's Oldest
citizen. and he has reserved place in his yard
for violets for more than half century. He says
1t is the first time to his knowledge that they have
bloomed twice in season
Here's an account of a big landslide" said the
new reporter Under what head shall / put IL ??
Put it with the real estate Transfers said the
city editor, as he wrote. Continued on the forty
first page in the middle of a four-line paragraph
-(Youths Companion.
From a rustic viage-not yet deserted-comes a
quaint tale OF an eccentric hermit who shut him
self up for twenty-five years in an upper room OF
his house. having cunningly circulated reports in
the first place that he had gone far away. and
later runors that he had drawn his last breath In
distant region. Thereafter he stealthily avoided
the gaze Of his fellow Evidently he was a.
averse TO mingling freely with the classes or the
masses as St Simeon stylites himself II
may be said however. in extenuation of the isola.
ton Of solitary St Simeon on his column. that he
ald not avoid the gaze OF humanity ANY one
who cared TO look at him perched upon the tor
OF his pillar could do so at any moment
Chance Acquantances.-"H many wiyes diN
you say you have hadT' she asked.
Ter. And how many husbands have you had?''
Seven; May y.iv ask where you are from7''
1.-THE Rialto."-uife.