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WHO'S WHO ?

■The Bishop 'of Colchester served as a cornet in the Ist Dragoons before he took orders.

Sir Edward Elgar, the composer, is fond of scientific kite-flying. Once he went round in disguise, with some Christmas "waits," in aid of charity.

Mr Balfour's passion for golf is very well known, apropos of which the following little^ story is-related. Recognising a caddie on the links one day by a friendly nod, the caddie turned to his neighbor and said, in Mr Balfonr's hearing, "Ye see hoo "we Conservatives ken arie aniiheiv'

Professor Goldwin Smith attributes his dong life chiefly to moderation and plenty of outdoor exerciso. "When young, he wandered on the Alps, wont out shooting, and rode with the foxhounds. He thinks perhaps he owes something to having been in early boyhood at schools where the boys were not overworked.

It is. perhaps, not generally known that Kaid Sir / Harry Maclean's father, Deputy Inspector-General -Arndrew Maclean, M.D., formerly attached to the Army Medical Staff, is still among us. and, in spite of having reached the venerable age of 95, enjoys excellent health. The distinguished veteran resides in a London suburb.

The German Emperor is pedited with an atrocious English pun. It is said that King Edward once remarked to him that he was more popular with Londoners than their, own sovereign or Mr Chamberlain. "That is so," said the Kaiser, ■" for I am greater than your Majesty or Mr Chamberlain. You see, he is Joe, you are King, and I am JoeIving!" '

Mr Rider Haggard is one of the few English! writers who have been

ship wrecked. Some years ago, on *m-his return from Iceland, the ship wlKch , was bringing -him, home -en- . countered a terrible storm, and after being disabled by the heavy seas, . was,,driven ashore on the Hebrides. Happily both crew arid passengers were rescued.

The late John Mackintosh, L.L.D., of Aberdeen, author of " The History of Civilisation in Scotland," "Was born in a thatched cottage in the wilds of Banftshire. While he was a cowherd, he acquired a taste for reading, and continued to study when he . left the hillside for the cobbler's last. Afterwards he became a policeman, and then a stationer and bookseller. .

King Edward has just knighted liieut.-CSlonel Richard George Ellison, C.V.0., Ensign of the Yeoman of the Guard, which post he has held since 1892. The veteran—who was 76 last month—as an officer of the 47th Poot served in the Crimean War as General Pennefatlier's A.D.C. His seat is Boultham, in Lincolnshire. Sir Richard succeeded his father as squire of Boultham in 1881. The parent, born just a century ago, commanded the Loyal Lincoln Militia.

Professor Alexander Macphail, of St. Mungo's College, Glasgow, who has been appointed Lecturer on Anatomy in the" Charing Cross Hospital Medical School of the University of London, was for several years Demonstrator in Anatomy at Glasgow University, and in 1900 was elected to the Bellahouston chair of Anatomy in St. Mungo's College, where he has also held the position of Dean of the Faculty of Medicine since 1903. He is an examiner in anatomy for the medical degree in Glasgow University.

When Mr Winston.Churchill escaped from the Boers his ex-captors vented their annoyance by offering a . reward for his recapture and print--1 ing this rather uncomplimentary description of him:—"Englishman, vftfcout sft 8m high; indifferent build; walks a little %vith a bend forward; v pale appearance; red brownish hair; . stwdl moiistache, hardly perceptible; talks through the nose, and cannot pronounce the letter S properly.The Winston lisp is famous. It runs through all his speech, and only makes for further wonder that he has triumphed over so great a physical disability. He conquers it by sheer energy and nervous force—in spite of this stammer that, would have deterred most men from entering politics at all, he compels his audiences to listen, i -

Mr Louis N.. Parker, writer of plays and pageants, is a rather short, well-built man, with humorous, alert grey eyes, that bear witness to his tremendous energy. Big in build, he is big m his ideas, too, and lives well up.to'his second name as regards his powers of work. Famous playwright and pageant maker now, he was a musician before he became either of these. He studied at the Royal Academy of Music, where one of his teachers was Mr Walter Lacy, who encouraged him to try writing. So Mr" Parker wrote his first play—a rarce. He begged Mr Lacy to read it. Ihe latter took it away with him,- and weary weeks passed, and no word, good or bad, came to Mr I arker, desperately anxious to have a verdict on this first attempt. He ventured at last to write. And back came this answer: "The hall porter at the Garrick Club has your play. Go and fetch it away." Which was not exactly encouraging. That first farce has never been produced', for Mr Parker never fetched the maiden effort away. Now there are close on fifty plays to Mr Parker's credit most of them successful.

THE FORCE OF HABIT. "s>o I snore?" said the fat commercial drummer. 'T should say so. That's why I can't , use an alarm clock. I can't hear 'em.. And speaking of the force of habit—l put up once at a crowded hotel where I had -- to double xip with an acquaintance. I told him I snored a few; but he dinn't mind, he .said, because his wife was a star in that line, and he had a "system' to beat it. x . ■ "Til just tap you on the shoulder every time you begin to snore," he explained. "That'll stop you without wakino- yon, and after a little I'll drop ' off myself." j

"It worked Kke a charm. I felt his taps for a time, but finally I went on a dream of £2000 salary and. 10 per cent, commission. Well, sir. "when I awoke in the morning there was that chap tapping away at my shoulder regular as clockwork—and he sound nsloup. Been at it all night, dc-nt you see? Force -of habit."

Ami he beamed indulgently on the sucn.t party.

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Marlborough Express, Volume XLI, Issue 226, 24 September 1907, Page 6

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WHO'S WHO ? Marlborough Express, Volume XLI, Issue 226, 24 September 1907, Page 6

WHO'S WHO ? Marlborough Express, Volume XLI, Issue 226, 24 September 1907, Page 6