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Show More or Lcsi Personal. FIXING THE BLAME. Mayor Weaver of Philadelphia relates how a prominent business man of that city who owns a very dilapidated frame building in the Hebrew quarter was recently re-cently summoned by telephone by the tenant, a small clothing merchant, who stated that the place was on Are. The business man was very indignant when on arriving; at the scene of the fire he found the damage wns insignificant, the firemen having speedily extinguished the flames. Annoyed that he should have bee called away from some Important business he remarked rather sharply to his tenant: , Its a pity the whole thing didn't b""My dear sir," replied the tenant, with a deprecating gesture of his shoulders, "you can't blame me; I didn't send in the alarm!" ' PLAY ON THE NAMES. When Nicholas Longworth, vitlculturist snd millionaire, as well as grandfather of Representative Nicholas Longworth. whom rumor has so persletently engaged to Miss Alice Roosevelt, was introduced to the poet Longfellow at a reception on a certain occasion. Mr. Longfellow, after commenting on the similarity In their names, added aptly and gracefully: But, Mr. Longworth. 'tis worth that makes the man and want of it the lel-low."Xew lel-low."Xew York Times. PRINCE AND AUTOMOBILES. Prince Henry of Prussia while riding in an automobile near Kiel recently, suddenly sud-denly found his way blocked by a large farm wagon, which was going at a snail a pace. The Prince's chauffeur blew his horn over and over again, but It produced pro-duced no effect oft the sturdy old farmer who was gullding the sluggish horses, and finally tho Prince told the chauffeur to try and pass the wagon at all hazards. Thle he did and. though the passage was very narrow, he skilfully managed to avoid an accident. The horses plunged, however, a the puffing machine passed by them, and the old farmer, roused from his apathy, poured forth a storm of maledictions mal-edictions on the stalwart gentleman In the automobile. ..!;- "You're nothing but a big blockhead! he finally shouted and at the words the Prince whispered to the chauffeur, who at once left the carriage and went up to the old man. , . , - "What do you mean by calling his royal Highness a blockhead?" he asked him. "Hcavena above! Is that his royal Highness?" High-ness?" stammered the farmer. 'Good Lord! L didn't know 'twas him!" "All right." answered the chauffeur. The Prince is satisfied that you did not know him and as you are the firft person per-son who has ever called him a blockhead, he wishes to return the compliment by presenting you with these five dollars." |