them have been brought about by the irascible but delightful Irish
member, Dr. Tanner. On one occasion, when he had been indulging rather
freely and his ever ready tongue being loosened, he met Sir Ellis
Ashmead Bartlett in the lobby, and taking him to one side he said, in
the greatest confidence, and without the slightest tinge of anger, but
with a world of meaning: “Bartlett, you are a fool.” “You are drunk,”
retorted the knight. “That’s all right,” replied Dr. Tanner.
“To-morrow I shall be sober, but you will still be a fool.”
* * * * *
A reader for a New York publishing house gives the following, quoted
from a story submitted by an Indiana authoress, as being about the
choicest bit he has come across in many years:
“Reginald was bewitched. Never had the baroness seemed to him
so beautiful as at this moment, when, in her dumb grief, she
hid her face.”
* * * * *
An old negro living in Carrollton was taken ill recently, and called
in a physician of his race to prescribe for him. But the old man did
not seem to be getting any better, and finally a white physician was
called. Soon after arriving Dr. S---- felt the darky’s pulse for a
moment, and then examined his tongue. “Did your other doctor take your
temperature?” he asked. “I don’t know, sah,” he answered, feebly; “I
haint missed nuthin’ but mah watch yit, boss.”