One may be too particular sometimes. When the excited showman told his man that the fiery and untamed leopard had escaped from his cage and gave him a rifle and told him to shoot the creature on the spot, he was naturally nettled when the man breathlessly inquired, “Which spot, sir ?” A certain member of the old school noted for his extreme courtesy recently vented his indignation to a correspondent thus—^Sir, my stenographer, being a lady, cannot take down what I think of you ; I, being a gentleman, cannot express it ; but you, being neither, can readily divine it.” Friendship is to be , valued for what there is in it, not for what can be gotten out of it. —H. Clay Trumbull.
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Cromwell Argus, Volume XLIII, Issue 2282, 29 January 1912, Page 7
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