Daily Kennebec journal., 1905-08-05

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Sir Henry Irving tells that at one
time visiting Shakespeare's birthplace
he had slight experience with rustic
of the vicinity. Eeing in IA quizzical
frame of mind, Sir Henry addressed a
few questions TO the fellow, and in re-
nIv obtained some illuminating infor-
nation.
"That's Skakespeare's house over
,bere 7 believe" Sir Henry innocently
remarked.
"Ees."
"Have you ever been there?"
"Noa."
"I believe Mr.. Shakespear Is dead
now can you tell me how long
Dunno"
Lets see: he wrote. did he not!'
"Oh. yes, he did sumat."
"What was 1t he wrote?"
swell, I think it was the Boible.
Dean Shaler of Harvard University
| remarked, in conversation with 1rleho
not long ago. that he had discovered
that President Roosevelt is something
of a wag. This rather surprising remark
aroused the friends curiosity, and. az
ter some questioning. the dean was In
duced to explain.
A few days before the election last
November member of the cabinet met
| the dean in Boston, and as they parted
| the secretary inquired: What shall l
say to Theodore for yOu?"
To this the dean, with his customary
candor and vigor. replied "Give him
| my regards and tell him Ill be ID IL
I'll vote for him.
He had entirely forgotten his message
| to the President, until few days after
the election when he received the fol-
| lowing note from the White House:
| Dear Dean-Judging by the size of
| our majority. you must have changed
your mind. 7. r.
| The following story is told of Col.
Asa Barrol, whom old patrons OF
the Crawford House will remember as
the proprietor of this famous resort in
the White Mountains.
| Henry Ward Beechcr, while on one
of his pleasure trips. found himself at
the Crawford House one Sunday morn
L
guest OH the veranda. proposed walk,
to which Mr.. Beecher agreed.
! Col Barron inquired if Mr.. Beechcr
would not like to see his hogs. Of
which he was very proud. Mr.. Beech
er, WHO was very fond of livestock.
said he would be delighted, and they
turned aside toward the pens. AS
these were much higher thar ordinary,
Col. Barron called one of his men to
drive out the hogs for his guest to see.
| The driving commenced, and with
| many impatient srunts at this unwont-
| cd disturbance the drove was at last
brought to view. except one old boar.
| Hearing his frantic rushes and pro-
| testing grunts. Col. Asa, who thought
the world of his hogs. stradd.ed the
| muddy entrance of the pen. and,
stretching himself within as well as he
could, cried. Careful. Jim. Don't hurt
hlm. Take your time with him. Don't
| hurt-"
But at this moment the boar with a
sudden turn. dashed for the entrance,
| and rushing between the knees of the
| astonished colonel. upset him into the
| Shiny entrance way. dressed. as was
his custom in summer, in suit of
| white flannel
When at last he regained his feet.
| the colonel was a sight to behold.
Jumping Up and down in his wrath,
he fairly yelled, his sentences punctu-
| 1ted with marks of emphasis of which:
he is said to have been a master. Kill
him. -! - -. kill him,"
When Mr.. Beecher finally regained
control of himself. he remarked: We'll.
colonel. it appears that the devils are
| still in the swine"
This is said to be Maude Adams
faTorite story: A colored "gemman."
name unknown. but called "Culpepper
Pete" who. being enamored of some
dusky maiden. and not having the
courage to pop" face to face, called up
the house where she worked and asked
for her over the telephone. When he
got the proper party on the line he
asked. "Is dat Miss Johnsing?"
"Ya-as." We'll, Miss Johnsing. rve
got a most important question to ask
YOU. "Ya-as." will you marry
me?' "Ya-as. Who is it please?"
| A stranger strolled into the old Ror-
ry Tavern. at Danvers, Mass. He asked
Of the group in .he tavern: "Will yoI
kindly tel! me where I may find the
Whittier house?"
A young business man answered.
You mean Joe Whittier the contrac-
tor? He lives at Danversport."
| No. no; refer to John G. Whittier"
| John G. Whittier: Never heard NJ