An Entertaining Evening

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D.C. · Sep 15, 1904

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 81, No. 37.

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An Entertaining Evening

THERE is usually a period in every young man’s life when his idea of having a good time means being away from home. He forgets what the father of the young man in this story from the New York Times took pains to have his son remember.
The young man had to work till six o’clock, and had got in the habit of staying down-town to dinner and spending his evenings at the theater or in calling on friends. One afternoon his father came to him and asked him if he had any engagement for the evening. The young man had not.
“Well, I’d like to have you go somewhere with me.”
The young man himself tells what happened:—
“‘All right,’ I said. ‘Where shall I meet you?’”
“He suggested the Columbia Hotel, at half-past seven; and I was there prepared for the theater and a lecture on late hours. He had combined the two on several occasions; but when he appeared, he said he wanted me to call with him on a lady. ‘One I knew quite well when I was a young man,’ he explained.
“We went out straight for home.
“‘She is staying at our house,’ he said.
“I thought it strange that he should have made the appointment for the Columbia under those circumstances, but I said nothing.
“Well, I went in, and was introduced with all due formality to my mother and sister.

Not So Funny After All

“The situation struck me as funny, and I started to laugh, but the laugh died away. None of the three even smiled. My mother and sister shook hands with me, and my mother said she remembered me as a boy, but hadn’t seen much of me lately. Then she invited me to be seated.
“It wasn’t a bit funny then, although I can laugh over it now. I sat down, and she told me one or two anecdotes of my boyhood, at which we all laughed a little. Then we four played games for awhile. When I finally retired, I was invited to call again. I went up stairs feeling pretty small, and doing a good deal of thinking.”
“And then?” asked his companion.
“Then I made up my mind that my mother was an entertaining woman, and my sister a bright girl.
“I’m going to call again. I enjoy their company, and intend to cultivate their acquaintance.”—Brotherhood Star.