The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-03-12

w. A. Glasgow, a Philadelphia lawyer, at the Tutwiler yesterday:
 "A few years ago two negroes were talking on the streets of Roanoke. One of them mentioned the presidential election. The other asked who was running.
 "'Don't you know?' asked Sam. You running Judge Taft. De progressives is running Colonel Roosevelt. I disremem- Der who de white folks is running.
 Another one told by MT. Glasgow was illustrative of the difference in conduct and bearing of the British and the Amer ican Canadian soldier
 "oue night in camp the guard called:
 Who comes there?'
 "The Fifth Grenadier guard respond ed a voice from the darkness.
 Proceed, Fifth Grenadier guard, an swered the sentry.
 ".Who comes there? later called the guard.
 Tho Tenth Highlander responded a voice.
 Proceed Tenth Highlander answered the guard.
 Who comes tlfere?' shortly afterward called the guard.
 "'what the hell have you got to do with it? answered a voice.
 Proceed, Canadian quickly respond ed the guard"
 Hugh Roberts appreciates humor even if the joke is on himself" said c. M Stanley.
 while he was covering the legislature for The Age-Herald he came out of the house one day into the corridor where the ladies interested in the child labor bill were serving lunch. One of them evil dently took him for member of the leg isiature and said:
 ''I hope you are going to support the child labor bill
 Roberts in a mischievous humor said No u.udam. I cannot support it in its present fcrm.'
 it because they are afraid if 1t passes their children won't be able to support them,' she replied and marched off,"
 
 Concerning MT. Barrett's skill on the dove field. Hugh w. Roberts of The Age Herald staff told the following:
 Last summer a number of amateur sportsmen, just as day was breaking, found themselves in field which lies near, the summer home of MT. Barrett. The object of the gathering of men with guns at that early hour was to shoot doves which were wont to fly over that particular bit of territory.
 Tt so happened that MT. Barrett and R. c. I5erron, the latter having been the best shot on the field, took the same stand. Scarcely had these gentlemen pre- pared themselves when a dove came with out suspicion f1uttering over. MT. Barrett and MT. Heron, raising their guns at the same time, fired, and the poor little bird folding it's faithful wings, came hurtling down.
 "A fine shot, thatv exclaimed MT. Barrett, at the same time directing his chauffeur to go after the first blood
 MT Heron, with a peculiar express sion, looked long at MT. Barrett, but salo nothing.
 And very soon, there came by another dove Again were the two guns eie- vated, and again the sportsmen fired at the same time And again was the aim good, for the dove fell fatally wounded
 Another splendid shot! exclaimed MT Barrett. Evidently. am in fine form this morning.
 MT Heron for the second time gazed in that peculiar manner at MT. Barrett, but again he held his peace. However, turning philosopher all of sudden. he agreed with himself that as either his aim was extraordinarily bad or he was get tinr little profit as a result of his skill. he should desist from shooting. And inviting his resolution into effect, he calm lv inclined himself on the ground anu went to sleep.
 .In the meantime. the doves were com ing in rapidly, and MT. Barrett was fir ing ard loading and loading and firing as fast as he could But the doves were not falling. And the same situation pre- vailed for another hour.
 And then MT. Heron awoke.
 How many have you killed. Mir Bar rettr he asked.