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occasion of the first of the Salonicu- 

 Haydn scries cf ccncirts. Mme- Srnraco 

 sang, while Salomon lorl the orchestra 

 as th'st violin, and Haydn presided at the 

 piauoforta — Gtiitlemau's Magazine. 



A Story of Ilirsch. 



One of the late Baron Hirsch's idio- 

 syncrasies, suys the London Daily C3oti- 

 rier, was somewhat of an embarrassment 

 to the ladies v.'ith wliom he was ac- 

 quainted, though some people might 

 not have objected to it. 



The baron hud a fonduei59 for playing 

 cai'ds with the ladies he met at couutrj- 

 houses and losing money to them. Net 

 a few sixpences either, but £iO, £20, 

 £50 at a sitting. 



At first sight there may not seem any- 

 thing very embarrassing in this. But 

 the fact is tiiat the baron would take 

 pains to lose, and it was a common 

 thing for onlookers to say that such and 

 such a lady with v.hom he was playing 

 bezique, or whatever the game might 

 be, would be richer that evening by £.50 

 or so. 



Fairly v^'ou, uo lady would object 

 perhaps. 



But the baron would carefully stop, 

 or play badly, just so as to leave his 

 opponent the victor, and then what he 

 really enjoyed was pulling out a few 

 bank notes and passing tliem over. 



Not a very vicious taste in a multi- 

 millionaire. Still, it is not every lady 

 in society who can take what is prac- 

 tically a present of money without feel- 

 ing uncomfortable. 



The worst of it was that the baron 

 was such a bad hand at deception. 

 Everybody knew his little game. 



A Curiosity of Central Africa. 



Professor Garner, during his travels 

 in central xVfrica, has discovered many 

 queer things, not in the least remark- 

 able of which is a curious little animal 

 belonging to the simian family. 



This queer little beast, measuring 

 about a foot in length, precisely resem- 

 bles a bear in miniature. It seems to 

 confine itself almost entirely to a nar- 

 row tract of country running along by 

 the equator. The natives, who have 

 given it the name of "ikauda, " relate 

 many remarkable stories about it. 



Its hands and feet are its greatest pe- 

 CTjliarities. The foi'mer preciselv resexa- 



ble those of a human being, with the 

 exception that they lack an index fin- 

 ger. The fjtump ( f this forefinger looks 

 exactly as though it had been amputat- 

 ed. The feet are also not unlike our 

 own if it were not for two remarkable 

 peculiarities. In the first place the 

 great toe protrudes at right angles to 

 its fellows, while number two differs in 

 that it possesses a claw. 



The Kibs. 



Two ladies were being shown the 

 wonders of the X ray recently by Pro- 

 fessor Robinson, and one was looking 

 through the ether with the fiuoroscope, 

 as it was my privilege to do in the case 

 of the Bow^oin senior. 



"Can you see the ribs?" asked the 

 polite professor. 



"Oh, yes, very plainly," was the an- 

 swer, "but I never knew before that 

 they extended up and down. " 



And then it was the duty of the scien- 

 tist to expire in that steel corset ribs as 

 well as human bone ribs are disclosed 

 by the merciless X rays. — Lewistou 

 Journal. 



His Criticism. 



Spike B-'-ady, who was a well 

 known baseball player in the Mississippi 

 valley a few years ago, once attended 

 church in Dubuque, la. , with his club, 

 which went on special invitation. The 

 preacher made a special effort that con- 

 sumed some time. Spike was asked 

 what he thought of the preacher. "He 

 got round to third all right ; but, say, he 

 was an ice wagon in getting home," 

 the ball player answered. 



Applied at the Wrong Place. 



Miss Kii-sam — You seem depressed 

 tonight, Mr, Dexter. 



Mr. Dexter — Yes, I am. I went to a 

 fortune teller today to find out my fate 

 and was told that the girl I loved would 

 not marry rce. 



Miss Kissam — 'But, Mr. Dexter, no 

 fortune teller is authorized to speak for 

 sae. — Detroit Free Press. 



The Fish Story That Was Trae. 



The Rev. Myron W. Reed says: 

 "There never was but one man who 

 could tell a tme fish story. He was the 

 disciple Peter, and Peter said, ' We toiled 

 all night and caught nothing. ' ' ' — Chi- 

 caeo Times-Herald. 



