Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, July 20, 1902, Page 24

Laying Keel of Battleship Nebraska | GOVERNORS SAVAGE AND M'BRIDE DRIVING THE FIRST RIVET. GOVERNOR M'BRIDE ADDRESSING THE ASSEMBLAG O section, perhaps, Is noted over another for the wit of its women, but certainly the sense of humor sevms to be very acutely devel- oped In some port'ons of (he south, A story s told of a Virginia belle of a generation ago—a wmember of the Clark county Taylors, famous in the social his- tory of that state. Her betrothal to a worthy gent'eman by th: name of Masou had been announced at a formal function and one young gentleman whose hopes with regard to her had been crushed by the an- nouncement greeted her thus: “May I beg to assure you that I am al- ways yours, in spite of the fact, Miss Tay lor, that I hear you are to change your vocaticn for that of Mason?" She regarded him coutemplatively for a moment and then replied: “I am not quite certain of that, for, hav- Ing found & goose, I may decide to remain a Taylor” Senator Blackburn of Kentucky poured out a glass of lce water and drank It with evident satisfaction, relates the Washing- ton Post here isn't anything quite aa good water, after kburn hich, by the way me of a story.” “Down in Kentucky,” began Mr. Black- burn. “there was a farmer, who, strange Gleanings from the to say, did not know the taste of whisky. One d at Christmas time, he was at a neighbor's house and was invited to sample & mixture of cream, lemon, sugar and other ingredients, commonly known as egg- nog. He sipped, then drank, then dralnea several mugs. When he started to go home he fclt curious. It's an insidious drink, you know, and when he reached home he went to bed. The next morning he awoke, broke ths covering of ice on the water bucket out on the porch and took one long drink. ‘“‘Mandy, Mandy, come here the children,’"” he shouted. tasted such water in my life.' " —_—— Now that the New rk democrats are hopefully considerng the possibility of electing a governor in November, says the Broocklyn Eagle, the following stories con- cerning the lsst democratic governor of the state will be of intere In the summer of 1891, when tickets were being liberally manufactured in ad- vance of conventions, Roswell P. Flower was met in Washington by a prominent Brooklynite, who said to him: “Mr. Flower, a good many people {2 our city think the nomination for governor is yours for the asking. Now, while the Brooklyn democracy is solidly for Chapin, it does not belleve that he can be nomi- nated; therefore, we'd llke te know just how you regard the talk of a nomination for yourself. Are you encouraging it?” Flower's eyes twinkled a moment, and then he replied in this direct fashion: “Up Watertown way there was a man who got himself arrested for dog stealing. The judge eyed him severely and said: ‘‘How did you come by that dog? Why, your honor, he jest follered me home.’ “‘Did you try to stop him?’ “2 How did you do it? ‘ ‘Well, I yelled and threw things at him.’ “ ‘What did you throw? ‘' ‘Crackers and sugar.’ *80,” laughed the Brooklyn interviewer, “you are the dog stealer and—" “And the nomination is the-—well, good day,” and the next governor of New York disappeared from the scene. ——@—. When Flower was a small boy he fell into an air hole while skating. A com- pan‘on fished him out with much difficulty. Quite a crowd witnessed the life saving ex- ploit and applauded it. In due time Flower pere was informed of the incident and started to thank the rescuer. “My boy,” he began, “it was a very gal- lant act, and one for which my son and I will always thank you as long as we live. Phot Taken for The Bee at Moran’s Shipyard, Seattle,"Wash., July 4, 1902 TIRALAN e v GOVERNOR SAVAGE READING HIS ADDRESS. Story Tellers’ Pack I am a poor man, and can't reward you as I should like, but remember that I have a high appreciation of your pluck. It was a very brave act, and I do not see how one so smaill as you dared to risk your life in doing it.” “Well,” muttered the youthful herc, “he bad my skates and I dassen't lose ‘em, or dad wou'd have licked me."” George Broadhurst, a playwright and stage director who threatened to do some- thing original some seasons ago, when he brought out “Why Smith Left Home"” and “What Happened to Jones,” is a bright young man, who may be heard from yet. An example of his alert wit, recently dis- closed, is told in the Chicago Inter-Ocean as follows: On the eve of the first production of “The Wrong Mr. Wright,” by Roland Reed, a dinner was given in the playwright's honor, at which sat Mr. Reed and his daughter and his leading woman, Isadore Rush, and her daughter. Willlam Seymour proposed tne toast, Here's to Broadhurst, the Moses whom we hope may lead us into the promised land of success." B.oadhurst arose and blurted out: *“I suppose the reason Mr. Seymour rerers to me as the Moses is because he finds me among the Reeds and the Rushes.” Then he sat down. They tried to encore him, but h> knew when his curtain was down. ——— Lady Russell of Killowen has just wit- nessed the completion of the memorial placed upon her husband's grave in the Epsom cemetery. The cross now set in its place is reproduced from drawings Lady Russell had made after an ancient pattern still to be seen in the cemetery of the ruined Abbey of Clonmacnoise, on the banks of the Shannon. The slab of marble which covers the Epsom grave is also cop- led from an antique Irish gravestone, and the little wall of inclosure around the tomb s made of granite brought Into Surrey from the late lord chief justice’s own Newry mountains. i “Private’” John Allen, the Mississippi con- gressman, seems to have an inexbaustible fund of cdd and-humorous personal reminis- cences. One 6f*his latest is of one day when he and another confederate, somewhat cut off from their regiment, were lying behind a rall fence. The other man was about to bolt for a safer place when a shell from a federal cannon burst a few yards away. ohn,” said he, “what chance have we agin them Yankees? They was enough stuff in that shell to kill forty men and still they can afford to fire it at just me and you.” A . s e o et SRS il