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Show night pounding on the wall to make the man stop." "It must have been a misunderstanding," misunderstand-ing," mid the landlord sorrowfully. ' The cornet player told me that the person per-son in the next room applauded him so heartily that he went over every piece he knew three times." Youth's Companion. Com-panion. The Letter of the Law. During a recent visit outside of Paris. Edmond RosUmd. the playwright, was asked to visit the local Malrle to register regis-ter the birth of a friend's newly arrived daughter. The clerk was an officious little functionary bent on carrying out the letter of the- law. The dialogue follows: fol-lows: "Your name, sir?" "Edmond Rostand." "Vocation?" "Man qf letters and member of the French Academy." "Very well." the clerk ran on, "you have to sign your name. Can you write? If not, you may make a cross." MORE OR LESS; PERSONAL. 4 "When, Mr. Bead, Do You WoikP" Opie Rep.d. the novelist, recently attended at-tended a Press club reception given in honor of F. Hopklnson-Smith. The author au-thor of "Col. Carter of Carterville" was snirrounded by a group of women, who felt it a great privilege to come into the presence of a real literary lion and were making the most of the opportunity. "When." inquired one of them, "ao you write your delightful stories?" "I am a very constant worker, answered an-swered the artiPt-englneer-author; "my literary work is done regularly between the hours of 11 and 2 o'clock. There was a murmur of polite Ohp. "And when. Mr. Read." said one of the group, turning to the author of "The Kentucky Colonel." "do you do your work?" . . .. Running his fingers through, his thatch of brown hair, the tall humorist solemnly responded. "Between anxiety and necessity-invariably. Then Mr. Smith began to talk of the difficulties of lighthouse buildlng.-Suc-cesp. A General Misunderstanding. A Boston entomologist who has shown the toad to be one of the farmer's" best friends, said recently, '-'The toad has been misunderstood in the past, as much misunderstood as a certain friend of mine who was taking a walking tour." One night he put up at a small country coun-try hotel. The next morning at breakfast the landlord said to him: "Did you enjoy the cornet playing In the room next to yours last nignt?" "Enjoy it!" my friend sneered. "I |