Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 133, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 June 1910 — “You Never Can Tell." [ARTICLE]

“You Never Can Tell."

They were youthful enthusiasts in physiognomy. On the seat opposite in the train was a man of commanding figure, masßlve brow and serious expression. “Splendid face!” one of them exclaimed. “What do you suppose his life work has been?” “A lawyer?” suggested the other. “No-o; there’s too much benevolence in that face for a lawyer.” “Maybe a banker?” “Oh, no. A man with an expression like that couldn’t have spent his life in merely turning over money ’’ “He might be an editor ” “An editor! Cutting and slashing his enemies at every turn, and even his friends occasionally, for the sake of a smart paragraph? You can’t read faces. That man’s a philanthropist, or engaged In some sort of public-spirited work. Why, there isn’t a line that doesn't indicate strength of purpose and nobility. Look at that curve there on the left!” At the next station an old countryman took his seat beside the man with massive brow and soon entered into a conversation with him, in the course of which he asked the latter “what wag his line.” The two opposite held their breath in the Intensity of their interest. “Oh, I’ve got a little tavern and butcher-shop back In the country a bit,” was the proud reply. “My wife tends to tha. meals, and I do my own killing.”