After dinner stories by famous men : . name tliat ))romisedj)()ssihiliti{S. Why do you call it Mystum? And what doesthe name mean to the red man ? Well, re[)li(d the guide, once we saw a bigbuck here, and we missed um. 110 After Dinner Stories CHARLES P. STEIN-IMETZ, Sclirncctadysown Avoiidcr-nian of elec-trical magic, declares tliatinventors have a ])owerof abstraction whichserves them in good turnon some occasions, and isliable to betray them intostrange reflections onothers. For instance: So you think youveperfected your little ma-chine at last?* asked thelawyer of his dreamy-eyed client. Y
After dinner stories by famous men : . name tliat ))romisedj)()ssihiliti{S. Why do you call it Mystum? And what doesthe name mean to the red man ? Well, re[)li(d the guide, once we saw a bigbuck here, and we missed um. 110 After Dinner Stories CHARLES P. STEIN-IMETZ, Sclirncctadysown Avoiidcr-nian of elec-trical magic, declares tliatinventors have a ])owerof abstraction whichserves them in good turnon some occasions, and isliable to betray them intostrange reflections onothers. For instance: So you think youveperfected your little ma-chine at last?* asked thelawyer of his dreamy-eyed client. Yes, its all rightnow; theres not a flaw in it, replied the inventor,with perfect serenity. But I can assure you thatwhen it came to making the final test I was fright-ened and nervous. I happened to catch a glim))seof my face in a mirror when the thing was safelyover, and it was as white as your shirt, sir. Infact, he added, directing an impartial gaze at theattorneys shirt-front, it was winter — consider-ably whiter, I should LIEUT. WILLIAM P. SHERIDAN, the notedpolice officer with the camera eyes, was ruminatingon the changes that had come over New York since By Famous Men 111 the advent of Governor Hughes and the gambling-reform crusades of recent times. I used to knowa man who never passed a hapi)y week-end withoutleaving most of his wages at a certain wide-opengambling-house in the Tenderloin, he remarkedreminiscently. One Saturday evening the prodigal startedhome via the gambling-resort, as usual. That day,however, the lid had been suddenly and softlytiglitened, and the place had been closed. Theman tried to enter the door, but failed. He walkedout into the street and gazed up inquiringly at theclosed windows. Then he walked back to the door,and tried it again; but it would not open. Where-upon he drew liis pay-enve]oj)e from his jwcket^shoved it under the door, and walked calmly downthe street. Si DR. DAVID STARR JORDAN was discussingat a dinner in Wasliington ce
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