Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1905-11-11

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An old negro went to the bank in
which he kept his hard earned saw
ings, and asked the paying teller to
give him all the money he had de-
posted. He offered no explanation of
his sudden desire TO withdraw his
funds, and after vain argument with
him the teller counted out the bills
and delivered them to the old man.
He eyed the paper money a moment
and said:
| kin l git dat in silver, boss?"
The teller assured him that he could,
and forthwith made the exchange
! The old negro retired to a neighbour
! ing desk, remained crouched over it
a long time. and then to the teller's
great surprise. returned to the WIN
! dow and gleefully thrust his money
! back through the pigeon hole. Be-
fore he could speak, the old man said,
grinning widely:
| Thanks. boss, you kin take it
back. l jes wanted T. see if it WEI
all there
! On warm and sultry day two
tramps We're playing n game of poker
behind a haystack. One of them
dealt.
What are you going to bet?" he
: asked the other.
i've got pretty good hand. so
(. I'll open the jack pot for $780,
! "All right. I'll see that and raise
| YOU Il thousand
! Good. III just make it billion dol
lars
! "Whew. You must have good
hand. But I'll stay You and go YOU just
a quadrillion better
| That suits me. I'll make it a quin-
tillion better than yours
The Old tramp hesitated and looked
, at his cards intently. Finally he said:
THE pot is yours. You win on ed
ucation."
Of Baldwin. the i'll fated aeronant
Cleveland man said recently:
He once took me with him a-bal-
looming. The experience was odd and
frightening. A gale came up, and il
was necessary 10 descend hut Baldwin
wanted to know in what part of The
the country We foated.
! With our glasses WE swept the
landscape. but il. the failing light only
one house was visible. and near by
Il man worked in a field
| Baldwin. with great skill brought
down the balloon till it was only about
one hundred feet above the mans
, head
Hi he shouted. Hi
! "'Where are we?'' cried Baldwin
| as we darted onward.
Where are We" repeated the man
in his slow. dull way.
Yes. where are we?'
| Why, came the reply. almost in
/ audible. we were now so far past
why. yer up in balloon, hain't YEP"
| A theatrical manager told this story
yesterday:
1T was a benefit performance he said.
| grams were being sold by Miss Lillian
| RUSSELL Miss Ethel Barrymore. Miss
Anna Held. Miss Edna Wallace Hopper,
| Miss Edna May and two or three other
| actresses.
"A stunning table it was, undoubtedly.
A young bluejacket paused before it. He
stood quite still for some minutes, with
| his bronZed young face and his neat
| nautical toys. staring with the most ar
| dent and respectful admiration at the
young women before him. Then. with Il
half sigh. he laid a piece of silver down
| and turned away.
Won't you have something for your
| money! one of the women called.
] 1.-The gallant sailor smiled and an
i swered:
I've had more than my moneys
| worth already, thanks"
Miss Ethel Barrymore, at a dinner in
| Denver. described a very beautiful and
very poor English girl.
Perhaps an American millionaire will
| marry her some day." she said, II sin
| cerely hope so. She is % now But a.
least If she doesn't get any pronOSaIs oh,
| is extremely popular
"A rich heiress of rather forbidding as
pect was talking to her one day.
II had five offers of marriage last
week. the heiress said compla Gently
You are more fortunate than T. re-
| turned the pretty girl. L only get decla-
| ratiOns Of love-"
John Alexander Dowie before he set out
| for his Mexican colony, talked about Wall
! street honesty. In conclusion he said:
| Yes my friend. the honesty of these
ftnancicrS reminds me of that of the
tramp who found a purse