Intermountain Catholic | 1907-08-24 | Page 3 | His Memory at Fault

His Memory at Fault. A veracious observer dropped into one of Washington's most popular cafes the other day, merely to get a match. Whiiw the bartender was mixing mix-ing the phosphorus a man prominent in local business and social circles strolled in and took a half Nelson hold on the rail. From his appearance one would have thought that he had just recovered from a severe illness or was suffering from fatty degeneration of the equilibrium. Evidently he was well known to the worthy mixer, for that dignitary drew thither and put himself at the sick man's service. "Shay, have you sheen m frien', Congressman , in here this affer- noon ?" "Yes, sir; he was in here about an hour ago." The visitor leaned farther forward, and with evident anxiety inquired in what was meant for a whisper: "Shay, wuzsh I with him?"