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ACROSS THE TABLE. I During the Royal Show week Shrewsbury police were relegated to the outskirts of the borough, as Liverpool and London men man- .aged the traffic. A truthful correspondent assures us, says the Mark Lana Express, of .-the following facts. One of the locals was dressed in plain clothes to act as a detective. t30 cleverly and conscientiously did he carry out his duty of guarding others that on going off duty he found himself minus 28s. Some- one had detected it in his pocket. Both the "nut" and his feminine equiva- lent—she has no adequate nickname—have a wide choice of new seaside sartorial eccentri- cities this year. The most popular headgear ffor young men, the Globe says, is on the lines •of a Cornish fisherman's cap, and is generally of a violent hue. scarlet and crimson being the favourite shades. White socks are also do arigueur, and s.tockings of the same colour are in high favour with the opposite sex. Paper eunshades of a Japanese pattern enliven the promenade, and a feminine adaptation of the blouse worn by German sailors is another fashionable article of wear. A well-dressed portly man stood for several (moments watching a brawny drayman who was laboriously tugging at a large heavy box, which seemed almost as wide as the doorway through which he was trying to move it. Pre- ijeently the kindly-disposed onlooker approached the perspiring drayman and said, with a patronising air: "Like to have a lift?" "Bet _yer life!" the other replied, and for the next two minutes the two men, on opposite sides of the box, worked, lifted, puffed, and wheezed, but it did not move an inch. Finally the portly man straightened up and said, be- tween his puffs: "I don't believe we can get it in there." "Get it in?" the drayman shouted. "Why, you idiot, I'm trying to get it The late Lord Ellesmere was not the only iPeer of the present day who came into a vast (fortune as the outcome of a trust of long (duration. Another was the late Lord Rendle- gham, who inherited an immense estate under very similar circumstances as the descendant of Peter Thellusson, whose last testament created so much sensation rather more than 100 years ago. It was, indeed, this will which was responsible for the Act of Parliament making any further dispositions of the same order impossible. In his own case, however, Parliament re- fused to interfere, and the property be- -queathed was constantly allowed to accumu- late until the £ 600,000 had become tens of millions. But the Law Courts swallowed up most of the money before the three genera- tions had passed away, and Lord Rendle- sham, to whom the inheritance came on the .Ieath of the last survivor in 1856, received but an ordinary fortune instead of the huge mountain of gold which old Peter Thellusson .11ad dreamt of. The Londoner dies out, we have been told, in about three generations. In this connection it is of interest to note the death,, at the age of ninety, of an old lady who was for half a century or more the sextoness of St. Nicholas Cole Abbey, Queen Victoria-street. Her hus- band was simultaneously the parish clerk. 'The two succeeded the latter's fatfc&s aad another. On the old lady who has just died retiring twenty years ago, she was succeeded as sextoness by her daughter-in-law, who still holds the position. The latter's husband' is also engaged at .the church. Thus for three Renerations members of the family, with -sheir wives, have been responsible for the lesser upkeep of the church; aDd meanwhile mearly a century has elapsed* "You must have saved the lives of many lovers? said a Daily Sketch writer the other .day to the ferryman at Twickenham. "Yes," he replied, modestly, but it's a thankless task. Last Sunday I was roundly abused for A rescue I made. The lady had a wig, and it came off in my hand. You brute!' she 6brieked, let me drown Let me drown! Little Sammy was generally at loggerheads -with his father, who had a habit of using hia razor-strop in a way that was not in accord- ance with Sammy's views. One morning, after -the razor-strop had been more than usually busy, Sammy's mother went out into the field to look for her much-stropped child. To her intense astonishment, she found him fondling a huge goat for which he usually professed a deep hatred. Why, Sammy, darling, it is nice to see you being so kind to poor Billy! Why are you being so gentle with him to- -dav? Over Sammy's face came a look of unspeakable gratitude as he gave the won- dering goat another carrot. "He butted father into the pond this morning!" mur- mured the dear little, chap, patting his four- footed friend affectionately. The car was very crowded, and she was a -very pretty girl, yet no one offered to give up » seat to her. After a minute or so of 11 itrap- lianging" the girl was noticed by a middle- aged Irishman. "Here, girleen," he said, rising to his feet; "sit ye down there." "Oh, Tio, thanks; I'll stand. Keep your seat." Dade an' I will not, then," he replied. "I'm goin' to stand, if 'tis only so that I may see ye the better. Sit ye down, sit ye down. And, anyhow, I'm gettin' out soon." Then a pause, and, in the most pathetic tones, Sorra the luck av me Father Bernard Vaughan told a story the other day of two Jesuit Fathers who went out to Chicago in the early days of American colonisation and were entertained by the Red Indians. One father was served up as oC-Old pie for a great banquet given in honour of the other. In the middle of the banquet the chief, Red-Eyed Eagle, had to leave, and after half an hour returned. His son, who had followed him out, also returned. They then both went out again together, and on re- turning asked for some other food, a little moose or deer. "Why?" it was asked. Be- cause," replied the chief, I have come to the conclusion that you cannot keep down a good Jesuit." The Duke of Saxe-Meiningen, who died recently in his eighty-eighth year, will be re- membered as an enthusiastic supporter of the drama. In this connection, the Journal des 'Debats recalls an amusing story which Ludwig Barnay, the actor, has recorded in his memoirs. Barnay was playing at Mein- ingen in the role of Hamlet. The perform- ance had begun, and trumpets were ushering in the king and prince for the second scene. The advance of the procession was checked by a loud "Halt!" from the stalls. It was the duke, who had entered unnoticed and proceeded to amend the performance. That's not the way to do it. Instead of a salvo of trumpets you must play the Danish (national anthem. And the king and prince shouldn't come on together; they haven't met yet." Nonsense murmured Barnay. Unfor- tunately, he was overheard. "And, pray, why is it nonsense, M. Barnay?" The actor explained that, according to the text, Hamlet and the king had already met outside. M. Grabowsky, called the duke to the pro- ducer, continue as M. Barnay wishes. He is quite right. I never mind acknowledging a mistake. The pkce proceeded. When the players' scene was reached, and Barnay was reciting the actor's part, with iEneas' tale to Dido," he spoke the lines hesitatingly. M. Barnay," interposed the duke, "why did you deliver those lines so badly?" Because Hamlet is not an actor, sire, but only an amateur." "But Polonius praises his act- ing. "Ah! your Highness," answered Barnay, but then Polonius was a courtier, ind courtiers find everything that princes do marvellous." The duke laughed heartily bud interrupted no more that day.

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