The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1907-09-26

a; AS from his hands his dollars slip,
tnSre comes the gloomiest news OF all
| Inc waiter wants double tip!
| New York World.
Three Stories on Taft.
! One day Judge Harlan, of the su
| preme court who lives near Secretary
Taft. at his summer home in Canada
was twitting the big man on hi.
| health.
II saw the doctor going over tc
your place yesterday Taft" drawled
| the old Kentuckian.
Yes" answered the secretary
You see, I had a stomach ache, and
as my mother is the only one who car
cure my stomach when it's unruly
and, as she isn't here-why, I had G
doctor in to see about it,
stomach ache?" roared the old
judge. Had to have a doctor to cure
a little stomach ache?'
Taft unbuttoned his coat. The ac-
stomach ache, Judge Harlan" he said
in his most serious tone, you cannot
you must not. call it a little stomach
ache"
At st. Paul. Mimi, when Secretary
Taft was waiting for a deputation OF
welcoming citizens, he happened to
see little boy go by, riding on q
donkey.
THAT reminds me-" said he, turn
ride 1 once had in the Philippines.
had to get up to a village on the side
of a mountain about twelves miles dis
tant, and the only animal could find
to ride was q diminutive burro,
scarcely half as large as that one
there
The mayor gazed at the 3Oo-pound
narrator with a suspicious eye. Did
you ride him?" he asked.
Certainly pursued Mr.. Taft
q q Qi1V ar rnda him fhnra n
thing like an hour and a half. Then,
having transacted my business, I
turned the animal about and went on
farther up
Just a minute" interrupted the
mayor. How big was this donkey.
anyway?"
"Oh, 1 should judge that his head
would reach about to my vest pocket"
And he weighed ?"
"Oh, about $50 pounds"
The mayor did some mental arith-
metic.
"Taft," he announced at length.
"you are a nature faker."
Secretary Taft is not letting out
much information as yet concerning
the possibilities of a Taft presidential
boom. but a good story is told by a
prominent New York attorney who
recently had occasion to visit Mr.. Taft
at Murray bay. Quebec.
ION the porch of the secretarys
summer home,' said the lawyer.
there is a large piece of mating.
presented to him by the Fflipinos In
memory of the days when Mr.. Taft
was president of the Filipino commits
sion. Into this mating. 1 noticed,
were woven the words: 'Al Presidente.
Mr. Taft
Were you ever a PRESIDENT" I
asked him casually.
Just once" was the laconic reply.
nd hnx did IL sound fn he called
President Taft?" I continued, feeling
that I was on the trail of some ex-
elusive information.
''Well." said the man who has been
aptly called Little Sunshine, ait
doesn't sound half so bad as the word
welcome over the door Of a JAIL
Portland Oregonian.
A Ready Reply.
1t was on a p and o. liner, and the
ing at table. In the course of the
drill they lined up outside the saloon
with empty dishes Composed to con-
tain curry and rice), and on bell be-
ing rung, marched to their respective
ia bles, and proffered the dish to each
seat, containing an imaginary diner.
The eagle eye of the purser noticed
that one steward "a Cockney named
BID deliberately passed one OF the
seats without proffering the dish. He
strobe up to the table, and his manner
oetokened trouble for Bill.
Hi! you! what do you mean by
that seat?"
"Oh, that's all right, sir" replied
Bill, not a bit put out 'that gent
lon't take curry!''-Illustrated Bits.
Why He Liked Venice.
A young lady who had returned
rom tour through Italy with her
'ather, remarked that her father had
liked all the Italian cities, but espec- |
ally ne liked Venice.
"Ah, Venice, to be sure, said the
'riend to whom she was relating some
If the adventures of their trip. II
IAN readily understand that your
'ather would prefer Venice, with its
yondolas, and st. Marks and Michael
'Oh, no." said the young lady, lit
wasn't that But he could sit in the |
,oteI YOU know, and fish out of the |
window"
QUAKER REFLECTIONS.
from the Philadelphia Record.1
The roofer always overestimates his |
work.
MANY a man stands alone who won't !
tand a loan.
Where one man achieves fame
Iozen make living.
Some people are always in love, but
J and I never are.
The sailor may be an old salt and YET
e the salt of the earth.
Few of us get stoop-ehouldered from
earring each others burdens
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