New-York tribune., 1912-01-01
THE TALK OF THE DAY.

Rudolph BlankenDuTg, tne leioth 'A"'''
OF Philadelphia. was praising. at dinner'
the intelligence OF woman
Woman" he said, ''is realist. Sne mas
no illusions. She sees the truth ana no
matter what ideals II skaters she accepts
the truth bravely.
she accepts It wlttily." Mr.. Blanken-
burg continued with a smile. In German
town one evening. as family sat grouped
about the library table. the little son
looked up from his book and asked:
Papa. what is an egoust?
'"An eeotist, the father answered, Is
man who thinks ne Is cleverer than any
one else
But the mother, laughing coldiy. ap-
pended:
mo, my son. that is not quite right.
An egotlst is a man who says he Is clev-
erer than any one discovery man thinks
he is. "
Satire" New York's new humorous
weekly, publishes poem when begins
win some one tell us, II they can
we have not read the rest OF the poem,
but We suppose the poets question Is one
relating 10 rammar.-Chcago Record
Herald.
NJ Gatti-Casazza. the manager OF the
Metropolitan opera House. was talking
about famous song birds.
These women, as a rule, are modest y
he said "but now and then We meet a song
bird OF inordinate vanity.
"In Milan, In the Arcade. I chanced one
afternoon upon song bird OF the vain
tyne. and she asked me how | had liked
her performance the evening before.
1T was superb. perfect" | said.
"she beamed with such delight that. to
please her still more, l added:
1T was divine-like an angels song
But a. that she bit her lip.
"'I don't see any need, she said, with an
annoyed air. of dragging in the angel.
DO YOU keep football requisites herer'
asked o gloomy -browed young man the
other day. as no entered Jones's shop.
Yes. sir; everything In that line"
MICA, a paper of courtplaster and an arm
sling. | am going to play In match this
afternoon. .'-Tit-Bits
Almost too strange to be true" said a
woman who had lost and found again a
piece Of jewelry few days ago. On arriv-
Ing at her husbands ONCE In the Wall
Street district she discovered that an anne
thyst was missing from an ornament which
she wore. The prongs which held II had
evidently worn away and the stone was
given up for lost. she went on shopping
tour, and when leaving the I'D street sub
way station on her way home dropped her
muff. She stopped TO pick II up, and close
to one OF the iron pillars saw her lost
amethyst. II was so glad to find It," she
said, but people don't believe the story
even my husband made a queer face when
told It,"
II notice that you speak Of shakespeare's
plays. Don't you know they were written
by Bacon?"
Were they7 don't see as It makes
writing that rouses my wonder"
What is II them"
ITS tn fact that any man livin' could
have enough pull to get 'em produced. -
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Under the head line. who Cares?" the
"Frankfurter Zeitung" tells the story OF
Ruth Bree. in the course Of which the
writer says: Her body lies ready for the
grave from which 1t Is withheld because
the poor woman died so poor that there
was nothing left-absolutely nothing And
this after a life Of toll for the poor who
needed her help! She wept, implored.
prayed, argued. wrote and actually fought
for the motherless. the homeless and the
worthy needy. Her last labor of love was
saving from execution young woman who
had been driven to do murder because of
persecution. To accomplish this she need
ed much money. But never did the small
est coin remain with her And now-'no
funds to bury is written over the lifeless
body"
Tommys Mamma hear little Willie
1 Green has moved away. Do you miss him!