After dinner stories by famous men : . ENRY always retained the whimsical senseof humour which made him quickly famous. Notlong ago he called on the cashier of a New Yorkpublishing house, after vainly writing several timesfor a check which had been promised as an ad-vance on his royalties. Im sorry, explained the cashier, but , who signs the checks, is laid up with asprained ankle. But, my dear sir, expostulated the author,does he sign them willi his feet. 76 After Dinner Stories MAJOR GENERALJESSE M. LEE tellsthis story of the little boywho went to church withhis father — also with aq
After dinner stories by famous men : . ENRY always retained the whimsical senseof humour which made him quickly famous. Notlong ago he called on the cashier of a New Yorkpublishing house, after vainly writing several timesfor a check which had been promised as an ad-vance on his royalties. Im sorry, explained the cashier, but , who signs the checks, is laid up with asprained ankle. But, my dear sir, expostulated the author,does he sign them willi his feet. 76 After Dinner Stories MAJOR GENERALJESSE M. LEE tellsthis story of the little boywho went to church withhis father — also with aquarter and a penny. * Did you contributeto the collection plate,Frederick ? the fatherasked after the service. Yes, Papa. And you put thequarter, not the penny inthe collection plate, ofcourse? Frederick hesitated. Daddy, he said at last, the minister said the Lord loves a cheerful giver ? Thats right, agreed the father encourag-ingly. Well, I wanted the Lord to love me, and thejienny was all I could give and be cheerful aboutit. at. GEORGE A. HILL, of the United States NavalObservatory, before leaving on a trip for the pur-pose of studying a solar eclipse, remarked with asigh: I have high hopes for the success of thisexpedition, but think how often the highest hopesare blasted! Think how many boys begin their By Famous Men 77 careers with full confidence of becoming presidents,governors, or senators at the very least, and lookwhat ha})pens to them. A boy, and he was a bright boy, too, left liisfathers farm, near my native town of Elizabeth,New Jersey, and went to New York to seek hisfortune. None of his ftthil^ seemed to doubt inthe least that his fortune would meet-Jiim at theferry with a brass band. But six months passedwithout a word from the adventurous youth. Atlast, one cold winter afternoon* his father receivedthis note scribbled in pencil on an old scrap ofwrapping-paper: Dear Pa, meet me under the old bridge to-morrow night after dark. Bring with you a blan-ket or a
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