Lost Umbrellas

Lost Umbrellas.

Every year 600,00 umbrellas are said to be lost in Paris. According to these statistics, one person in every íour loses his umbrella. The pólice say that ladies are much more careful with their things than men, for the number of parasols taken to the lost property office annually lfl only about 100.

One day a man carrying a fuzzy little poodle dog under one arm entered the Office of Phil D. Armour in Chicago and tried to talk him into buying it. The price was exorbitant, $200 for a useless toy poodle. Mr. Armour looked at the man, tnen at the dog, and back again at the man ad said, "No, the sausage business must pick up considerably before I can pay so much for small dogs. Bring around a mastiff, and I'll talk to you." On another occasion one of those self-confident young men who believe that all wealthy men have a tender spot for the man of nerve. and who do not hesitate to approach even the busiest of men, made Mr. Armour a decidedly bold request. which was promptly denied. Summoning up all the haughtiness at his command, tb young man said, in a tone that was meant to crush Mr. Armour: "WeII, all I can say is that you are no gentleman." 'Young man"- with a cold, anigmatical smile- "I'm a butcher"