Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1904-05-24
Stories About People.

| BISHOP DdVIu II. 1Ecci VI ave" A"A'-'
recently took the American girl to task
| for frivolity.
A young woman, the other day, re-
monstrated with Bishop Greer about
| this matter.
Il, for instance, am not frivolous,
she said. ION the contrary, am very
fond of cooking. I often go into the
kitchen and help our cook"
! But perhaps your help" said Bishop
Greer, with a smile, lis like that or a
young girl l used to know in wheeling.
"She went into her mothers kitchen
| one day and told the cook she haI come
to help her.
But the cook frowned.
mo, no. she said, 4 have too much
| to do today"
AT dinner to Colonel George Harvey
| in London, Theodore Watts-Dunton
Said
1T isn't generally known that Turner
the painter and DR.. Augustus Pritchard
once lived together for year in
| Cheyne Row.
THE painter and the physician had
fine garden, and they took good deal
of pride in their flowers. But the gar
| den gate did not work well. and one day
Turner, because it wouldn't open, pet
tishly gave orders that it be nailed up.
1t was thought that this odd act
would enrage Augustus Pritchard, but,
on being told of it, all he said was:
"'Oh, well, 1 don't care what Turner
does to the gate, SO long as he DOESN'T
paint it,"
Governor John G. Brady of Alaska.
| is visiting the Worlds Fair.
reporter was condoling with Cover
| nor Brady over the fact that, on his
arrival in st. Louis, he had been
| knocked down by bicycle and struck
by a trolley car.
Yes" said the governor ito avoid
| the trolley I stepped i'm front Of the
bicycle. / expected one accident, but
not two. l was not so piggish as John
Carr of Sitka.
| John Carr" he resumed. sis a Sitka
! character. He did a job of work for a
shoemaker one day, and in the middle
of the job the shoemaker called him in
doors.
THAT is thirsty work you are do
| ing, JChn,' said the shoemaker, kindly.
L am going to give you a drink. Which
would you prefer, old man, a mug of
ale or tumbler of punch?
Il don't wish to be troublesome
said John; I'll just take the one while
you're making the other.''
Bishop w. c. Doane of Albany, who
! is to be chairman of the interchurch
conference on marriage and divorce,
used tc know in Hartford a cooper
called Uncle Josh.
Uncle Josh was a kind of Eben
Holden. Everyone knew him. His
quaint sayings We're passed about in
Hartford as in London the sayings of
Whistler used to be passed about.
"Old George SilcoX has fined the
church" said Uncle Josh to Bishop
Doane one morning. HE is Methody
| on probation now
"That is grateful news" said the
clergyman, for George Silcox had the
reputation of a miser and q rake. THAT
is grateful news. indeed. And do you
| notice much change in George, Uncle
Josh?''
"Oh, considerable said the other "In
the past, when he went out to mend his
fences on Sunday, George carried his
AK on his shoulder. but he carries it
| under his overcoat now
Calve, on the day she sailed for
home, praised American servants.
"a French writer" she said. ''has
| been declaring that every kind of SER
vice in America Is execrable. But that
is not true. American service is in many
| respects the best in the world.
French servants" said Calve, Gin
cline to be impertinent. 1 remember a
parlor maid 1 once engaged. This
maid neglected her duty shamefully.
'Yolande,' I said to her one morn
ing. there is months dust on this
piano.
Madame cannot blame me for that
Yolande retorted. L have only been liv-
ing with madame two weeks"
An American woman asked Conan
Doyle one day why he had given up the
practice of medicine
because the work was too hard"
Doyle answered.
"Oh, it can't be hard to be a DOCTOR"
said the woman.
1T is both hard and unpleasant.
And to prove it, said the novelist, I'll
tell you about my first case.
wy HISl CaSe Cttiilt u lie Ill the
middle of the night. 1t was January,
and a cold rain was falling The jangle
of the door-bell awoke me from q
sound sleep. and, shivering and yawn-
ing, I put my head out of the window
and said, Who's there?
doctor said a voice, can you come
to Peter Smiths house at once?'
"'What's the trouble?' asked.
Smiths youngest girl has took
dose of laudanum in mistake for
paregoric, and we're afraid she'll die
"'AH right: I'll come said I.
Il dressed, and 1 tramped three miles
through the cold and the rain to
Smiths. Twice, on the way, fell on
the icy pavement, and once my hat
blew off, and in the darkness l was
nearly half an hour finding it.
Finally. though, 1 reached Smiths.
But the house was dark-shutters all
closed-not light. I rang the bell |
No answer.
But at last head stuck itself gin
gerly out of a third story window.
"'Be you DR.. Doyle?' it said.