After dinner stories by famous men : . ? said he. Is it notthe same, to preserve and to pickle? 124 After Dinner Stories EDGy\R E. CLARK, thenew Chairman of the In-terstate Commerce Com-mission, was cautioningsome commercial ventur-ers. Never go on the iceuntil it is good and thick,warned Mr. Clark. Dontdo like the fellow whowent skating too had been on the iceonly a short while whenhis lusty cries for helpechoed among the sur-rounding hills. A farmer heard theshouts, and hastened to thepond. He saw a Imge hole in the ice, and a white-faced young chap, with chattering teeth, standings
After dinner stories by famous men : . ? said he. Is it notthe same, to preserve and to pickle? 124 After Dinner Stories EDGy\R E. CLARK, thenew Chairman of the In-terstate Commerce Com-mission, was cautioningsome commercial ventur-ers. Never go on the iceuntil it is good and thick,warned Mr. Clark. Dontdo like the fellow whowent skating too had been on the iceonly a short while whenhis lusty cries for helpechoed among the sur-rounding hills. A farmer heard theshouts, and hastened to thepond. He saw a Imge hole in the ice, and a white-faced young chap, with chattering teeth, standingshoulder-deep in the cold water. Placing a boardon the thin ice and crawling out to the edge of thehole he extended his hand and said: Come overthis way, and Ill lift you out. I cant swim, was the young mans impatientreply. Throw a rope to me. Hurry up. Imfreezing. I aint got no rope, said the farmer, angrily. What if you cant swim — you can wade, cantyou? The waters only up to your shoulders. Up to my shoulders! cried the young Copyright, Cli, By Famous ]Men 125 Its fully eight feet deep if its an inch. Imstanding on the dodgasted fat man who broke theice! LAFAYETTE YOUNG, for a while senator fromIowa, is authority for the following account of anaccident on a street-car in Des Moines. The car was crowded, and mostly by women, whowere bent on sh()])pi!ig. \\hen all had been seated,the three or four men who indulged in the luxuryof seats looked at one another as though to say, We are next to get up. In fact, three womengcrt on at the next stop, and a business man rose tooffer his seat to one of tliem, who was young andvery pretty. You are a jewel, the latter said, smiling asshe thanked him. No, madam, I am a jeweller, he said. I setjewels. And now he is married to that lady. .•* GEX. NELSON A MILES tells, with character-istic brevity, this story of a friend who, after along siege of typhoid fever, was permitted to eata mere spoonful of tapioca. When the nurse hadrefused
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