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Show THAT REMINDS ME- The late Hugh Lane, pastor of Saint Theresa's Roman Catholic church, Philadelphia, Phil-adelphia, often told a story of a voung Dominican who. touring Ii eland on a series se-ries of revival meetings b .the members of his order, was given his first oanor-tunity oanor-tunity to preach a sermon one night when the meetings were for men on!i-. He began by saying that the invited questions ques-tions if any portion of his sermon should be beyond the comprehension of the big gathering, and then took for his text the feeding of the multitude. He war naturally natur-ally flustered, and misquoted as follows: "And they fed ten people with 10.000 loaves and 10.000 fishes." - He was called to recognition of his ror bv the local innkeeper, who shouted: "Shure. an' that's no miracle at all! OI could do that meailf!'' The young priest went on, heedless of the interruption, and made such a fine impression that he was told off to deliver the sermon two nights later, when again the services were for the men. Feeling that the iheme was capable of further elaboration and application, he resumed it. and began: "And they fed 10,000 people on ten loaves of bread and ten fishes." Then, casting- about until he found the innkeeper's place, he asked, smilingly: "And could you do that, my friend?" "Yes." was the prompt answer "ais-11 "ais-11 v! Oi could do it. your rlvirence, wid what was left over-r from Thuesday noight!" $ An. tnere. President Baer! Is vour right diviner Than that of the miner? How do vou know? Who told you so? Ages ago, When the world was new. That coal was made, but where were you? Was it formed, layer by layer, . Expressly for you. O. President Baer? Do vou own the sunshine Stored ud in the mine So long ago? Are you the h.eir, Mr. Baer. With title antedating The claims of the others waiting For a share. Mr. Baer? ? Well, not quite! I The people have some right ' To the anthracite. And thev may find a way. Some dav, To show You so. You'll feel it. mighty quick. When thev kick. Chicaso Tribune. -- : A Cincinnati man tells a story of a woman who asked a street car conductor in that city to put her off at Epsom street. The conductor, after thinking a few moments, replied: "There is no such street on thia line. "Oh: yes there is." replied the passenger. passen-ger. "I have a friend who lives on Ep-iom Ep-iom street, and I have been there before." be-fore." The conductor was disconcerted, but a passenger tugged his coat and said to him: "I think the ladv has her salts mixed; she probably means Rochelle street." "Yes. that's it," said the woman, "I was mistaken." "You had some trouble. I believe," remarked re-marked the neighbor. "Niver a bit." retorted Mrs. Clancy, who had proved victor in a disagreement with her husband. " 'Twas Clancy had all th' throuble." . Girl with a Spyglass "That little thing the comet? Why. it doesn't look like a comet at all." The Young Man "No; it's the thoroughly thor-oughly modern style. It's a tailless comet." Visitor Your father cleared this farm did he not? Haggard Agriculturist Yes of everything every-thing but the mortgage. , |
