Life — November 2, 1899 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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THE. boy who leads his class at school, A glorious child 18 he We wonder at the boy who plays The violin at three! ‘The iittie one tn kilts who knows Mis Homer through and through, Or quotes from Wille Shakespeare gains Our ndiniration, toot But greater far than 1s the boy Who leads hts class, or he That all the world has beard of as An infant prodigy Is one whose tot 18 lowly, but Whose desting ts high— ‘The omice boy who works on while The band ts marching by. chicago Times-Herata, Waes FP. Hopkinson Smith tsn't butiding lighthouses and breakwaters he's writing books, and when not that, he usually “om sketching in Holland.” He combines as vart an array of talents ay a quack doctor, and in practicing them he passes through real expertences, not to say, once in a while, quite harrowing adventures, Here 1s one of the latter, right off the Ice, that has never been given publicity befor Smith was in Ireland early this summer, and what befell him there was told the calinetmaker who puts together this colamn, by Mark Twain in the rooms of the Authors’ Club, of London, on the day of the big dinner given_by that assocta- tuon to the American humorist. * Hoppy was in Ireland, you know,” sald Twain, “kketch- Ing causeways and castles and blarney stones and th’ loikes tv thm. One day he set out very early on an expedition, with bis pad under his arm, his mouth full of fauny ttle Newsdealors pany, Bream's Bullding, Chancery Lane, nd, AGENTS. and his pockets loaded with cute little palnt pots elf on a tiny clu, overlooking a tiny lake, aud dle of painting & billowy cumulus, he fell asleep. , he leaned too far forward. There came an awakening in tnld-air—then—Splash! Three feet of muddy water! ++ Helpm yelled Smith, Two old Irishmen happened to be within sound of the hastened to the rescue. One of them knew Smith. ‘They helped the drenched author-architect-patater to the cl again and saw him shake himself, ‘Then he lit out on & dead run for the farm house where he had lodgings. “Morgan, who wuz ut?! asked the Irishman who didn't know. «That's Misther Smith, was the reply. “+ Ant who th divil's he *? “He's a author. An’ phwat's he writtin’?? + +4 book aboot a diver. “The Irishman who didn't know grinned. ‘ An‘ phwat a'ye w'pose he wor doint down thayre, Morgan, collictin’ inatherlal fur another want? "—Detroit Free Press. Henk 1s 8 Georgia boy's composition on “ Poetry": “A poem isa thing which has rhymes at the iastend. A poem also has feet, but some poems don't stand steady on ‘em; Poets mostly has tong hatr, because times ts hard, and {ts cheaper to let it grow. Poets axed to lve In garrets, on & crust of bread—when the baker would’credit ‘em. Now they live on the ground floor, where they can escape easy when the bail is after ‘em. My father says poetry makes the world better, hut my mother aas itain’t the kind he writes. Poets have a monument when they dle,'as people want to welght ‘em down o's they can't come hack.” —New York Tribune, WARPER AND BROTHERS: NEW YORK AND LOXDON, Ti New-Born Cuba. By Franklin Matthews, Gavin Hamitton. By Molly Eihot Seawell, The Enchanted Typewriter. 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