Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1912-06-25

true and otherwise of this famous
soldier. The following incident was
told by one who served with the
Essex Regiment in a campaign
| against the Dervishes:
at was acting corporal of the guard
| over a large number of gentlemen OF
| the desert whom he had taken prison
| ers. In the course of my rounds q
captive within the tent drew my at
tention, and / was surprised to hear
in good English the request:
corporal, I wish to get out of
this
at, Of course, reported the occur
renee to the sergeant of the guard,
only to be met with the curt reply:
".Let the fool stay where he is
"I continued my rounds and was
again met with the request. Again
I reported the matter and this time
the reply was as curt. but a bit
stronger, SO / went on my rounds
again.
"As I passed the spot this time the
voice from within said:
".Say, corporal, you are of the
Essex Regiment"
at answered that I was and the
prisoner said:
"'well, tell MI. B that l want
to speak to him.
"'What name?' 1 queried.
Kitchener came the reply, and l
at once reported accordingly to the
sergeant,
HE Immediately made for the pris-
oners' quarters, and I shall for
get that meeting.
1.-THE disheveled 'Dervish' was in
reality the Lord Kitchener hat was
to be, who had been spying among
the enemy and had apparently been
taken prisoner by his w troops"
James Payn, the English novelist,
once received a letter from a person
whom he did not know, praising his
works. IT liked to hear my books
called works." said Payn, land l
replied. He wrote me again, and I
wrote in return q jocose letter. He
replied in like terms. I wrote again,
telling him a funny story. He sent
me a funny storm. I copied 1t, and
In a short time got a Roland for my
oliver. Finally, I got an indignant
letter. commencing: 'Sir-Are you
aware that / am a woman I often
blush under the bedclothes," he con-
tinued when I think of the stories
I told that woman"
Moliere died while performing a
part in one of his own plays. The
archbishop of Paris would not allow
his body to be inhumed in conse-
Grated ground. Therefore. the king
Sent for the archbishop and expostu-
lated with him, but he was obstinate
and would not willingly comply with
his majesty's request. The king de-
sired to know how many feet deep
the holy ground reached. The bishop
replied, about eight well" re-
nlied the king, ST find there is no get
ting over your scruples; let his grave
he dug twelve feet; that Is four feet
below your consecrated ground"
Richard LIE Gallienne, the poet said
in a New York magazine office, apro-
pos of the paltry pension recently
granted by the British government tc
| w lIlldIH oulACl 1Cot0s ~ ~ AZ v
good age for poetry. The poet might
work as hard-yes, and as success
fully-as Edison, and still lack foo6
and shelter. I once met a red-haired
poet at Franklin Inn, in Philadelphia
discussing the evil days on which
poetry had fallen. This mar said bit
teriy: Tn a poet. not a tattoo artist
yet 1t is a literal fact that I do al
my ENTHUSIASTICALLY all of it-or
an empty stomach
Gobsa Golde. before he struck oil
went one day to the races and lost
all on the ~favorite. 1t was a hot day
and Gobsa, though very thirsty
hadn't so much as the price of a glass
of soda water. Nevertheless. he
stepped boldly into a palatial saloon
In the saloon he struck up q oonver-
kation with a prosperous looking man
fYou're a hale. sound, lusty man.
3aid Gobsa. TITS good for sore eyes
p these degenerate days 10 . 9