HERE AND THERE.

Shannon News, 6 March 1928, Page 3

HERE AND THERE.

Medicos Have Supplanted Statesmen,

' Harley Street, London, now practically monopolised by doctors, was formerly the chosen abode of statesmen, artists and literary men. Gladstone lived here from 1875 until 1882, in a house formerly occupied by Sir Charles Lyell, author of “The Principles of Geology.” Sir Stafford Northcote, afterwards Earl of Iddeslcigh, also dwelt here for many years. Among the artist residents were J. M. W. Turner, the distinguished Landscape painter, a/ad Allan Ramsay, the portrait painter. “Don’t Marry Until 30.”

General Sir Webb Gillnian, MasterGeneral of Ordnance, at the passing out parade of cadets at the Royal Military College, Sandhurst,-said: “As future officers of the British Army, I recommend you to try to avoid, matrimony until you are at least thirty. 1 know it is sometimes very hard (laughter), but if you enter into matrimony you will And your freedom of manoeuvre is cramped. As officers you aie likely to be sent anywhere at any time and at a moment’s notice.” Women’s 520 Per Cent.

An aged woman, wearing a shawl, who applied for a money-lender’s certificate at Liverpool, said that she could neither read nor write. She said she lent dock labourers £1 on Mondays for their rent, and received £1 2s back on Saturdays. The Magistrate then pointed out that this interest worked out at 520 per cent, per annum.._ The woman said her clients were willing to pay, and she was willing to pay the necessary £25 for a certificate. Neighbours gave the woman a good character, and the certificate was granted. Millionaire for a Minute.

A smart, uniformed chauffeur was awaiting his mistress outside a large business establishment in Paris, lie tired of waiting. There was nothing for him to do and nothing for him to see. He was smothering one of many vawns when, suddenly, he heard the. i-ar door open and close —a sound which meant. “Home, chauffeur.” With a sigh of relief the chauffeur drove away, stepped smartly off at the entrance of j,is mistress’s house, clicked open the car door, and stood politely waiting for madanie to descend. His eye was the step, looking for a little shoe. The chauffeur started violently- and his heart chilled. A worn, ancient boot was thrust out, and from the car stepped a. short, shabby, absent-minded-looking man, wearing a faint smile on his lean face, and in his buttonhole violets from the car. “Here!” exclaimed the chauffeur, almost- beside himself with rage. “What’s this?” Spying a policeman,, crossing the road, lie' whistled for him, and seized the arm of the man, who was transferred to the custody of the police. Returning to the business house, the chauffeur found mndame .just emerging. He drove her home, told the story, and was sent to the police station. The man was still, wearing his faint, lost smile. He was sorry' if he had been a nuisance. All that he wanted was to feel for a minute or two what it was like to 1m a millionaire!