“I understand there were some Republicans at the banquet last night.”

“Oh, yes,” said the Democrat genially, “one waited on me.”

REPUTATION

Popularity is when people like you; and reputation is when they ought to, but really can’t.—­Frank Richardson.

RESEMBLANCES

Senator Blackburn is a thorough Kentuckian, and has all the local pride of one born in the blue-grass section of his State.  He also has the prejudice against being taken for an Indianian which seems inherent in all native-born Kentuckians.  While coming to Congress, several sessions ago, he was approached in the Pullman coach by a New Yorker, who, after bowing politely to him, said: 

“Is not this Senator Blackburn of Indiana?”

The Kentuckian sprang from his seat, and glaring at his interlocutor exclaimed angrily: 

“No, sir, by ——.  The reason I look so bad is I have been sick!”

“Every time the baby looks into my face he smiles,” said Mr. Meekins.

“Well,” answered his wife, “it may not be exactly polite, but it shows he has a sense of humor.”

Mark Twain constantly received letters and photographs from men who had been told that they looked like him.  One was from Florida, and the likeness, as shown by the man’s picture, was really remarkable so remarkable, indeed, that Mr. Clemens sent the following acknowledgment: 

“My Dear Sir:  I thank you very much for your letter and the photograph.  In my opinion you are certainly more like me than any other of my doubles.  In fact, I am sure that if you stood before me in a mirrorless frame I could shave by you.”

NEIGHBOR:  “Johnny, I think in looks you favor your mother a great deal.”

JOHNNY:  “Well.  I may look like her, but do you tink dat’s a favor?”

RESIGNATION

“Then you don’t think I practice what I preach, eh?” queried the minister in talking with one of the deacons at a meeting.

“No, sir, I don’t,” replied the deacon “You’ve been preachin’ on the subject of resignation for two years an’ ye haven’t resigned yet.”

RESPECTABILITY

“Is he respectable?"’

“Eminently so.  He’s never been indicted for anything less than stealing a railroad.”—­Wasp.

REST CURE

A weather-beaten damsel somewhat over six feet in height and with a pair of shoulders proportionately broad appeared at a back door in Wyoming and asked for light housework.  She said that her name was Lizzie, and explained that she had been ill with typhoid and was convalescing.

“Where did you come from, Lizzie?” inquired the woman of the house.  “Where have you been?”