sert at dinner?" Qemence was
asked, and when it was explained
to her what that meant she
brightened up and said: "Oh, yes;
we get an apple pie from the bak
; ery sometimes for Sunday." But
when she was asked what sort of
a Christmas she had, she replied
simply. "Why, we didn't have
any. Nobody did. The mill was
closed that day and it was very
hard for us to lose the money."
Clemence has never been to a
moving picture show, she doesn't
own a doll and never has any time
Clemence and her family came
to America from France two
years ago. "It is much harder
here," she said wistfully, "al
though papa was only a weaver
there. But we had our own little
house and mamma stayed home
and took care of it, and I didn't
have to work nearly so hard.
"We are so glad to be able" to
come here to New York," Clem
ence explained, "because with us
away they can fight the strike so
much better. Why, there's not
food enough for the grown-up
ANY SUGGESTIONS FOR REVENGE WILL BE. KINDLY
RECEIVED BY THE COUNT
New York, Feb. 21. What
does a real gentleman do when
he "suffers ze boot in ze behind
in ze presence ofze ladies" from
a person who is not a real gentle
man? That is the question that is
troubling Monsieur le Compte
Guillaume de Classon today
that, and how to eat one's meals
without sitting down.
The 'count is having a terrible
time trying to decide what to do.
You see, if it had been a real gen
tleman who had given him "ze
boot in ze behind," the count
could challenge him to a duel,
and wipe out the insult in blood.
But one real gentleman never
fights with anyone else but an
other 'real gentleman in case the
low, common person might be too
much in earnest ,about the fight.
And there is no question but
that the count received "ze boot
in ze "behind." The person who
was so rude as to so treat a real
French count is no other than
Edward C. Rosenheim, former
judge of the New York municipal
The tragedy happened at one
of the most exclusive events of
the seasonin the "Bohemian-society"
set of New York the far
san carnival given by Mrs. Allan
Somer at the Cafe Boulevard.
It was a great affair, and the
only mystery in the case is how
a mere ordinary man, like a mu
nicipal judge, managed to horn
his way in. Mrs. Jackson Gour
raud was there. So was Edmund
Russell, he of the "studio enter
tainments." And the guests danced thd
"devil dance" and the "turkey
trot" and "the seven veils," and.
didn't wear too heavy clothes.
Oh, it was very swell !
Former Judge Rosenheim blew
in right when the fun was at its
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