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Show SPICE OF LIFE In Denver they tell of a young Britisher who will some day inherit a title, and who not long ago married the daughter of a supposedly wealthy mining operator of that town. A month or so after the marriage the father-in-law took the husband hus-band aside. "I am ruined!" he exclaimed. "Practically "Prac-tically even cent is gone!" The Briton was a good loser, however, for he gave vent to a long, low whistle, and exclaimed with a little laugh: "By George! Then I did marry for love, after all." iSan Francisco Argonaut. George Ade, in the early days of his career, before he had achieved fame, called one morning upon an editor on a mission from a theatrical ( manager. "I have brought you this manuscript," began Mr. Ade, but the editor, glancing up and seeing the tall, timid youth, interrupted: "I see. Well, just throw the manuscript in the waste basket I'm very br.3y just now and haven't time to do it myselt." (. Mir. Ade obeyed calmly. Then he began again: ' "I have just come from the theater, and the manuscript I have thrown in the vviaste basket is your drama, which the manager asked me to return to you with thanks. He suggested that the proper place for it was the waste basket." Then Mr. Ade smiled a wee smile and withdrew. with-drew. Green Book Magazine. Jacob Gould Schurman, president of Cornell university, -was walking across the campus one day with the dean of one of the colleges, when the chimes in the library tower began to ring. . "Dean," said he, "the music of those chimes is y so beautiful that it always set me dreaming of the past. My boyhood daya " "What do you say " interr 'ted the venerable dean. "I say the chimes very, very beautiful. They make me think" "What?" yelled the dignified old dean again. "The chimes the chimes how beau- tiful " "Speak louder!" cried the dean once more. "I can't hear for the devilish bells." San Francisco Argonaut. The hungry tramp told his tale. It touched the kind heart of the lady of tho house. Ho ate the food she gave him and started wearily on his way. "And how," she said, sympathetically, "did the hand laundry you were managing come to fall on you?" He glanced around, it might bo as if he suspected the dog was within call. Then passing out and closing the gate, he said, "She quit and went home to her mother." Kansas City Star. |