And Such Is Fame

"I was out íd Milwaukee the other day," said a business man, "and, af ter I had done vvhat I went there to do, I looked up a friend and he took me out to snow me the town. We walked around on all the principal streets, and he pointed out to me the big buildings and all that sort of thing. Final ly we reaehñd a downtown corner and my friend took up his stand there. "I didn't knovv what he was up to, but I dutifully stood beside him and we talked of all sorts of things for half an hour or so. Just as I was beginning to get very tired he nudged me and pointed out a very ordinary looking man who was walking slowly towards us " 'ïhat's him!' he said, in great excite inent "I expected to see the president or somebody equally great, and I looked ia the direction indicated. I saw nobody but the ordinary-looking man before mentioned. " 'I knew if we stood here long enough we'd see him,' continued my friend. 'That's him, sure enough.' " 'That's who,' I asked. "'Why.'heanswered, 'that's Charles H. Harris.' " 'And who, in blazes, is Charles H. Harris?' "I shall never forget the look of utter contempt that my frienl cast on me. He drew himself up to his f uil height and answered in a. tone that made me feel very sraall indeed: 'Why, he's the man who wrote 'After the Ball.' "