The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1905-07-08
Observation-Disclosures.

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Disappointment.
In an interview the other day Luther
Burbank described the viciSsitudeS of
creative work in the vegetable world
He dwelt especially on disappointment
the disappointment, after months of
hard labor and patient waiting, that one
suffers on seeing a worthless and COM
monplace weed spring up where one has
expected new and wonderful sort of
flower.
Such disappointment he said, ''is
akin to that of the Harvard boys from
Lancaster.
Lancaster, in Massachusetts. is my
native town, and there were three Har-
ward boys who came home one Thanks
giving heavy with disappointment, their
trouble, 1t seems, being due to a mis-
take.
They had boarded, with a few class
mates, the stage that ran in those days
from Cambridge in to Boston. There
were just enough passengers to fill the
stage comfortably. The driver was
about to start when a beautiful young
lady fastened down the path, followed
by a very old and very fat man.
Wait, driver the young lady cried.
There amt no use o. waitin' ma'am,'
said the driver. Were full inside and
out
" But surely said the young lady.
piteously, surely there is room for one
nore?'
with respectful admiration. What pref
ty eyes she had, what a red mouth,
what buoyant carriageI
No, ma'am,' said the driver; I'm
feared there amt no ROOM
The boys inside looked at one anoth-
er. 1t was true that they filed the
coach. Still, for the sake of such a
beautiful young lady, and for the sake
of her pleasant companionship, and, II
they must sit close together, why, the
two most lucky ones would sit close to
her. And so, almost in chorus, the
Harvard boys called from the interior
of the coach, politely:
There is room, madam We can ac-
more
30, thank you, said the young lady.
Then she turned to the fat old man.
leone, grandfather, get in, she said.
"And she put the fat graybeard in
among the disappointed students, nOdd-
ed a good-by, and disappeared. Los
Angeles Times.
Secrecy in the Express Business.
Sixty-six years ago, and but a few
years after railways had demonstrate
ed their PRACTICABLE William Harm
den met what seemed to him to be a
real economic need by offering to
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York to Boston, and for a considera-
ton assume responsibility for loss.
Harnden'S valise, carried by steam
boat from New York to Providence,
and thence by rail to Boston, was the
beginning of a service which has ad-
vanced hand in hand with the rail-
way industry, with which it is neces-
sarily closely associated. Recognition
of the economic value of the service
was Immediate. Companies were or
til 4<~r-1 <nn
lions of the country as their special
fields of activity, until now an express
service is found wherever transporta-
ton facilities exist, whether it be rail-
way, steamboat, or stagecoach; a SER
vice which handles almost every form
of traffic that can bear the charges
imposed
Of this large Transporting agency,
whose receipts reach the enormous
sum of seventy-five million dollars
yearly, which, for certain kinds of
service, has become an apparently an
indispensable part of our industrial
mechanism, the general public knows
almost nothing. The companies Meth
reports required of them by any gov
ernmenta1 epartment-Frank Haigh
Dixon, in the July Atlantic.
Caught Mapping"
Several of them were sitting in the
office of General Manager Calvin, of the
Southern Pacific, discussing railroad
men and railroad affairs, and the name
of Sidney Dillon, one time president of
the Union Pacific, was brought into the
conversation.
Ibid you ever hear about the time
that Sidney Dillon was rebuffed by
telegraph agent?" asked Mr.. Calvin.
1.-THE story has been told on several
railroad officials, but it really happened
to Sidney Dillon. There was washout
on the Union Pacific over in Nebraska.
The Loup river climbed out of its chan
mel, and did quite a little damage to a
piece Of track at the far end of long
trestle. Several trains were stalled at
a little station near the scene of the
jecting the telegraph operator to all
sorts of annoyance by asking questions.
During the night President Dillon came
along in his special train. Leaving his
car he went up to the station and said
to the operator:
"sHave you telegram here for me?'
TIN blessed If know said the. OPP
orator, cycling Dillon very critically.
Would your photograph be on it?' -
San Francisco Chronicle.
A Soldiers Wit
The following anecdote of General
R. e. Lee was told by an old soldier
of the Confederate army to a visitor
from the west as they drove together
along the beautiful wooded country
roads of Kentucky one day in early
fall.
Everyone remembers the pitifuI
scarcity of food the southern fighters
experienced, and as the two passed
persimmon tree the old soldier said:
Zone day as General Lee was riding
along on his horse not great way
from camp. he came upon a company