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Show HOW SHE REMEMBERED HIM "Such a Friendly Face," Said Woman of Man Whose Name She Had Temporarily Forgotten. It is something to carry one's commendation com-mendation in one's face, as the poet Coventry Patmore would have it. At the Eurydice concert a few evenings eve-nings ago a woman was attempting to describe to her neighbor a man whose licioouaiiiy nau mipresseu ner, inougn she had forgotten his name. "You must know whom I mean," she said. "That man with a beard, who has such a friendly look." "Oh, you'mean George Burnham, Jr," Bald the other. "Yes, that's the man !" "Such a friendly look !" Could one desire a more endearing description? WTtlch reminds me that when Hor-.ace Hor-.ace Greenwood and Mr. Burnham first met they were somewhat in-udibly in-udibly introduced. (Why are introductions intro-ductions usually innudible?) "I didn't quite catch the name," said Mr. Burnham. "Mr. Greenwood," repeated the interlocutor. in-terlocutor. "To be sure!" exclaimed Mr. Burnham Burn-ham apologetically. "I knew it was some kind of wood." "And I must confess that I didn't catch your name, either," said Mr. Greenwood. "Burnham George Burnham." "Oh, yes! I knew it was some kind Of ham." Philadelphia Ledger. |