The Bennington Evening Banner

SAYS THE WORLD IS A VERY SMALL PLACE

Patrick J. Prendergast Also Relates Good Walsh Story About A Jew.

Patrick J. Prendergast, 103 Valentine street, has been converted to the idea that the world in which he happens to be jogging along isn't a very large place, after all. This light dawned upon him, Sunday, while he had Dr. James J. Walsh, New York's medical expert and the country's exponent of Americanism, in tow during a tour of the village. And it happened while the two were making an inspection of the monument.

While Dr. Walsh was disputing Mr. Prendergast's statement that the shaft was almost a mile high, a costly touring car, bearing two prosperous-appearing couples rolled upon the scene. One of the men alighted from the car and advanced toward the doctor and Mr. Prendergast. With a smile and an outstretched hand, he began:

"Doctor Walsh, I'm really glad to meet you. You don't know me, but, since I heard your magnificent lecture in the Montauk Opera house in New York a fortnight ago, I feel that I know you. My name is Black and I'm from Brooklyn, New York. With my friends here our trip is a pleasure tour."

Mr. Prendergast says that within five minutes after that introduction Dr. Walsh and Mr. Black had become fast friends.

"Say," continued Mr. Prendergast, who, although not an idol worshipper, has a feeling akin to that for his patriotic New York friend, "but Dr. Walsh is some story teller and he told a hundred of them-all good ones too, up at Father Carty's home Sunday afternoon.

The one that pleased me the most concerned a Jew who ate pigs knuckles unbeknownst, as the Irishman would say, at a gentile's banquet. After eating the pig's knuckles, I believe the Yankees mis-call pigs feet, the Jew became ill. So they called a doctor. The doctor's name was Murphy. Wasn't he a fine physician for the Jew? Well, Dr. Murphy prescribed a few powders, which had an almost instantaneous effect on the Jew's stomach.

Meeting Dr. Murphy the next day, the Jew complimented him upon his great medical skill. I forgot to say that Dr. Murphy had been made wise as to the cause of the Jew's ailment before he had prescribed.

"What were those wonderful powders that you gave me, doctor?" the Jew inquired.

"Sh-" Dr. Murphy returned. "Keep it quiet-I merely fed you a little footease."