IN SEARCH OF A RESTAURANT

Many interesting and amusing stories have been told of the late Judge Jeremiah Black, an eminent jurist and a very prominent member of President Buchanan’s Cabinet. On one occasion the judge and a legal friend were coming out of the Capitol at Harrisburg, Pa. The judge was busy discussing a certain case at law in which he was interested, and his friend was very hungry. “Say, judge,” said he, “let’s get something to eat. I’m awful hungry.” “Well,” said the judge, “come on. Right down this street is a good place. I know it well.” And they walked on arm in arm, the judge laying down the law as they proceeded. To the amazement of the judge they pulled up in front of an engine house!

“Oh, no,” said the judge, laughing, “I’ve made a mistake. This isn’t the place. Oh—I see. It’s right up this street around the corner.” Around the corner they went, walked three blocks and halted in front of a church!

Again the judge looked foolish and said: “Oh, no. This isn’t the place either. Let me see. Oh—now I have it. The place I was thinking of is in—Baltimore!”

His companion groaned and made a break for the nearest hotel.