Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1904-05-19

Il met your fiancee this afternoon"
said the Man About Town.
'Indeed?" replied the Club Man un-
interestedly. His fiancee had confessed
to him a day or two before that the
Man About Town had been an old
flame Of hers, and, consequently, the
Club Man did not particularly care to
hear any "reminiscences from that in
dividtlal.
Yes the Man About Town, how
ever, unperturbably pursued. 1T has
been a year or two since / last saw her
and l was very glad, naturally, to meet
her again, but-funny thing-well, as
l had once known her-and we used 70
be the best of friends, you know-she
mad some trouble. just at first, in plac-
ing me. But she explained that after
ward by saying that she was very poor
at recalling names"
Did she say that?" asked the Club
Man. We'll, now, the last time she
spoke to me about you she seemed to
be at least very good at calling names,
anyhow"
There is one man in this country who
thinks that Asher c. Kinds, the clerk
at the speakers desk, is an all-power-
full individual. During the last few
weeks that Henderson was speaker, a
veteran from Minnesota came to the
house and tried to get through a PEN
sion bill. He sat around for days, and
finally reaching Kinds he announced
his intention of camping in front of
the door until Loren Fletcher was
recognized by, the speaker to call up
the bill. You can make him do it."
he said to Kinds.
Now. see here" said Kinds. eff you
stay here, I'll make it my business to
see that your bill Is never Called up,
but if you go away and mind your
business, will try and see what can
do for you"
A day or two after Fletcher called up
the bill, and it was passed The vetef-
an was in the gallery and saw the way
it was done. After the ad5oNFnment 0f |
congress he called on Hind4 saStng he1
wanted to withdraw paperSS zkg{R .tltesj
house files concerning the pension /
claim. Kinds assured him that he |
could not do anything of that kind, as |
it required consent Of the house.
"Oh, yes; you CAM said the veteran. |
You can do anything. Didn't you
pass my bill?"
Il didn't have anything to do with |
passing your BILL" said Kinds.
"Oh, don't you talk to me,'' said the |
old man. Wasn't up in the gallery? |
Didn't 1 see it all? You were right |
there by the speaker, and put that bill |
through. I know what you can do |
with this house,
He went away after a time but could |
not be convinced that Kinds was not |
all-powerful about the house of repre-
This happened in Scotland: The last |
editions of the newspapers, with the |
result of the great Perth walk, had |
been sold out, and the boys were calcu-
ating their takings. "Hullo," said |
Jimmy. in alarm, I'm n 'apenny |
short!" well, what's the use of |
arpin' on it," growled Dick, as he |
calmly cracked a nut; you don't think |
took it. do you?" mo. 1 don't say
you ave" said Jimmy slowly-"I don't /,
Jay you ave. But there it is. I'm |
apenny short, and you're a-eating nuts, |
yer know!'
Zoltan Doehme, until further notice |
Mme. Nordica's husband, has an anus |
ing way of putting things, says the |
New York Times. On one occasion he |
vas speaking of the vocalization of the |
singer, Van Dyck and pro- |
essional leniency vanished in critical |
;arcasm: |
with mos tenors they sing along |
IN sing along, an once in aw'ile they |