The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1907-07-22
A New Anccdote OF Lincoln.

Wnen Inere is some one else to blame
Chicago News.
A New Anccdote of Lincoln.
The day after the great fire follow.
Ing the fall of Richmond, Lincoln, with
small body guard, walked through
the streets of charred city. AS he ap-
preached the corner occupied by Gen
eral PickettS residence. he directed
the guard to wait. and to their aston
ishment ran two steps at a time up to
had fed. The Baby Bride had never
seen President Lincoln. but she had
read his letters to her husband. and
from him had learned to hold in the
highest esteem the great northern
president. With her baby in her arms
she opened the door and looked up
at the tall, gaunt man with the sa
face and uncouth ways.
Without word of explanation he
asked:
us George Pickett about?"
To hear her husbands name berert
of its title by a Yankee, at that mo-
ment, was almost the limit especially
as many a rumor had floated about
Richmond concerning the fate which
awaited the leaders Of the Confed-
eracy.
With all the proud dignity she could
command the Baby Bride replied:
General Pickett is not at home"
The stranger seemed disappointed
Il am Abraham Lincoln, an old
friend of Georges"
mot President Lincoln!" Mrs. Pick
EFT exclaimed. The tall man shook his
head, repeating:
No. Just Abraham Lincoln, George
Pickett's old friend"
Following the instant promptings Of
the heart which still governs her, 1.-The
Baby Bride thrust her baby boy into
the arms of the gaunt Yankee, as her
best effort to express her generation
and confidence. saying:
Il am George Pickett's wife and this
is George Pickett's aby."-Willard
French, in The World Today
No SALE
Caruso the great tenor, had been
singing for some hours into phono-
graph.
"The monograph" he said, sis Won
derful thing. 1t almost realizes the
wish of the Scottish poet, the wish that
We might see ourselves as others see
us. We can now, at least, hear our
selves, a thing impossible before.
THE monograph teaches US many
valuable lessons. When Twas in the
army, before 1 realized the capabin-
ties of my voice, played the flute. A
salesman brought phon-
ograph to my quarters, and tried to
sell 1t to me on the installment plan.
was undecided.
Finally the man took out blank
cylinder. See, he said, rather reluct-
antly here is a blank cylinder. You
may make a record on it, then we will
run it off, and you shall hear yourself.
It's costly favor L am doing you, but
1t will show you what a fine instru-
ment this is
Z" I'll get my flute I said. I'll play
a flute solo,
well, 1 played my best into the ma
chine. 1t seemed to me that I had
to-
with such accuracy. 1 was more than
pleased with myself.
Then the man put in the cylinder,
and the music began to issue forth.
frowned.
:. is that me?' I said.
Eyes SIR said the man.
REALLY me. just as I played?'
/" Precisely, sir, precisely. And now
said he, 90 you want to buy the phon-
No said I; I want to sell the
Too Hasty.
Governor Harris of Ohio said in an
after dinner speech in Columbus: This
matter is a serious matter, and 1t must
be taken seriously. Haste is a bad
thing. 1t nearly always causes error.
At used to know a manufa cturer. He
was a good, honest man, but rather
strict, rather close. Furthermore he
was inclined to be little hasty.
He had instituted in his mill sys-
tenn of fines-fines for lateness, fines for
mistakes, fines for spoiled work, and
so on.
''Well, in the rush season, happening
10 awake one morning very early, he
went to the mill a little after starting
Tine. As he got out of his automobile
ne saw a pale, haggard, hollow-eyed
nan walk YEARLY through the gate.
AHA, Joe Harris, he shouted ang-
-ilv ten minutes late, eh7 Well, you're
lined Is cents. Not a word now. That's
he rule
Take yer time, boss Harris an
,wered. I amt knocked off from yes
.erday yet
Witty Journalism.
Jacob A. Riis. the author and Journal
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