A LOWER TOWN school teacher has a rather interesting story to
tell in connection with the signs of mourning for our late President
McKinley. All signs of mourning have almost totally disappeared,
as a result of the following incident, half pathetic and half humorous,
which happened in the school of this teacher.
“There are two little girls—twins—in
my class and they are as much alike as two peas. A few days ago
I was somewhat surprised to see them entering the school room, wearing
dresses exactly alike, made of sombre black muslin and crape.
“‘For whom are you in mourning?’ I
“‘For Mr. McKinley,’ they both exclaimed
in one breath.
“‘Aren’t you somewhat late about it?’
I said, trying my best to keep from smiling.
“‘Well, you see it’s this way,’ explained
one of the twins. ‘Mother is very poor and did not have enough money
with which to buy us dresses, so when they tore down the black stuff
from the place where she works, mother asked them if she could have
some. So they gave her enough to make us two dresses.’”