Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1904-12-10
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His Hardest Fall.

His Hardest Fall.
AS boy he fell into the creek.
And oft into disgrace;
He fell asleep. and also SICK.
He fell from many place. ~
But he never knew what "a iaII was IKE
Nor what IL consisted Of
For "A real hard fall he never had
Until ht tell i'll love.
Its curious how a man can forget
things" remarked an old chap with
the new fall color to his nose. when
was a young Teller of 20 l fell in love
with d girl. After a year or so fell
out again. l walked out with her one
evening and told her the news. and
asked hei to be sister TO me hence
forth. She heard me through without
word, and then said:
How about your promises to marry
me"
~ have been careful not to make
any
she laughed at that. and next day
her lawyer invited me down to see the
exhibits.
In the year l had written her 200
love letters. Exhibit A contained
thirty direct and distinct proposals OF
matrimOny. Exhibit b referred to her
as an angel twenty-seven times. Ex-
hihit G said that l couldn't live with
out her and exhibit D contained thir-
teen threats of suicide if she didn't
give me her hand. Yes. sir. had
written all that. and yet / would have
been ready to go into court and swear
that about all had committed myself
10 on paper was her dark-blue eyes
and to the weather. OF course, set
tied the case then and there"
Thomas Fogarty, the illustrator, was
talking about modern fashions in
dress.
II, is hard to keep up with the fash
IONS" he said. They are certainly
confusing. ! remember one night in
my boyhood at the theater, a man in a
rear seat all of sudden jumped up
excitedly.
Down with that red umbrella in
'front.'. he cried.
But his wife pulled him back into
his chair
For mercys sake. hush,' she
whispered. That isn't an umbrella;
it's new winter hat"
Gabriel the noted racing AUTOMOBILE
list, was describing in New York the
joy of speed
Whoever" he said, has once driv-
en- racing car is a devOtee Of racing
thereafter. He finds that nothing in
the world equals the mad, fierce de-
light of speeding along firm white
roads at the rate of seventy or eighty
miles an hour.
In Paris last year I met young |
American millionaire who had just |
bought sixty-tive horse power car.
He and I Went out in the country to-
Sether to try this new cars PAGES. We
had superb time. The machine was
fine one. We flew so fast we left |
the birds behind.
AT the days end we congratulated |
each other on the sport we had had |
1t was agreed between us that there |
was nothing on earth TO equal motor |
ing.
Can you come out again tomor-
row" l said eagerly. Can you come |
out tomorrow and try my carr
Well. said the young man, slow |
~, I was to be married tomorrow, but |
I can put it off,
]. Stanley Todd. the portrait painter, |
was talking about the beggars of diff
ferent lands.
Il have met" said MIR. Todd. beg
gars of every description-shy beggars.
clustering ones. old beggars, young
ones. MANNED beggars, robust ones
but the most remarkab BILE beggar of the |
lot was man whom never met. Yet
whom l never. assuredly. will forget.
"All I saw of this beggar was his hat
and his chair. The chair stood on a
corner Of the Rue st. LaZare, in Paris
The hat lay on the chair. with few
coppers in it, and behind the hat was a
placard reading:
Please don't forget the begsar.
who is now taking his luncheon
William II. Taft, secretary Of war.
weighs go pounds. His predecessor In
office, Elihu Root. tips the scales at
only half that figure.
When Secretary Taft was civil gov
ernor of the Philippines his health was
sadly undermined. He was laboring
under great responsibility in governing
the archipelago. where conditions We're
yet so disturbed as to give Secretary
Root and President Roosevelt much
Mr.. Root therefore REQUEST
ed Judge Taft to keep him advised by
the new Pacific cable as to the state of
his health. One day this message
came to Mr.. Root from Governor Taft
at Benguet. in the mountains near
Manila:
Rode ten miles on a mule today.
Am feeling much better. TAFT"
Mr.. Root chuckled and doubled with
mirth in the chair which Secretary !
Taft has since discarded as too small. :
He dictated this reply: I,
Ia1t' hensuet. Glad to hear it, but {
now Is the mule! ROOT" {
Mrs. Julia Ward Howe, the yener- l.
able author of the Battle Hymn of the .
Republic" who received the degree Of
Ii. d. recently. listened Philosophical
~ the other day to the complaints of ,
a woman whose sons education at /.
college was costing great deal of ,
Many sons educations cost a great ,
deal Of money" said Mrs H,ua "A,1