The Washington herald., 1911-09-03

ouTg winch illustrates the phenome-
IH nal physical strength of the old Gar
III AT little station not far from the
- capital the imperial train was de.
layed Tor quite time, and the Gar
BEN being hunSry' paT9ok Of some Of the simple
daughter OF the Mayor presented the Empress press
with bouquet, the flowers of which were
hastily gathered from private lighthouses in
the neighborhood. The stalks being still
damp and earthly, the Empress vsibly hest
tated to take the bouquet in her neatly
gloved hand. The Czar coolly took up one of
the heavy pewter plates on the table. and
twisting 1t as If 1t were paper, made neat
covering fol, the stalks: There is nothing in
known TO bend a kitchen poker as an ordin-
airy man would strip Of tin.
Two brothers, Cricchi by name, Corsican
outlaws. found the neighborhood of Aiaccio
too hot for them, and resolved to take refuge
in Sartene. They found small boat ur8n
the beach, and desired the owner to put out
to sea.
impossible" said the man; "the boat will
founder; it is too small"
DO as you are bid, said The Criechi, cover.
ing him with their guns.
Under these circumstances, the boatman had
no alternative, so he pushed out to sea; but
the waves were high. and by dexterous mar
agement he contriTed TO make his boat rock
in such fashion that the bandits became
violently sick
you see l was right" said the boatman,
and We will all be drowned if we go on
thus. You had better let me put you ashore,
and 60 back for larger boat"
Very well" gasped the bandits; anything
is better than this
They were put on shore, and in due time
the boatman returned with larger boat, but
at the bottom OF it lay four gendarmes, dis
tEnl l.. l..
were taken before they had time to discover
the trick.
With each recurring June, New England
and especially Boston-Cclebratcs Bunker Hill
Day with great noise and enthusiasm. II -
Il great time for unadultcratcd patriotism, and
many BOstOnians would sooner miss Christmas
and Fourth OF July combined than fail to
participate in the general festivities.
There are two citizens of old Charlrstown,
now residing elsewhere, who always return
to celebrate Bunker Hill Day, and this year
they came as usual They got there early, in
time to be greeted with pouring rain, but
their ardor was proof against the elements.
They marched about with the band, salutCd
all the bunting and celebrated with every
old chum who kept open house But about
the middle Of the afternoon. worn out with
fatigue and wet with rain. one of them said:
Bob, | don't believe our ancestors would
ever have fought that battle on day like
this Let's 20 home" And they went home.
ingloriously defeated.
Sir Thomas Robinson, a wealthy English
man Of the last century, was a tan, uncOuth
man, and his appearance was rendered still
more striking by his hunting dress which
consisted of a tight green jacket, bucksEin
breeches and fur cap. He once set off in
his hunting suit to pay visit to his sister in
Paris, and he arrived at the house while there
was large company at dinner.
The servant announced Monsieur Robin
son." and in walked this remarkable figure,
to the amazement Of the guests.
One of them, a French able, lifted his fork
three times to him mouth and each time laid
1t down without tasting the food. Unable at
last to restrain his curiosity, he burst our
eagerly;
Excuse me, monsieur are you the famous
Robinson Crusoe, 80 remarkable in history"
Americans who travel in Eastern lands are
amused as well as aggra waited by the business
pethods which prevail there. A recent trav-
cler IN Algers concluded to buy u mule, and
finally found one for sale.
He went to the owner. with an interpreter,
and dialogue then ensucd. follows:
The interpreter. with yell: Il will give
you ten dollars for that mule"
The Arab: Ten dollars! Murder! thief!
brigand!"
The interpreter; Il will make it eleven dol
lars. do you hear, you scoundrel? | offer
you eleven dollars for your old mule which
will die in about week You are a robber
and thief to take that much; but | am a
generous man, and ! serve a great man, so |
offer you eleven dollars, you scum Of Africa!"
Then they both yelled and shook their fists
at each other, and to the American it looked
as il they were going for each other, hammer
and tongs.
The row they made was terrible, but no one
seemed to potice it.
Finally bargain was struck and then they
fell upon each others nccks and embraced.
And the American got his mule for eleven
dollars.