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This is an old, clipped newspaper article (newspaper unknown and date unknown) titled and sub-titled:
GOT MARK TWAIN STIRRED UP
Humorist, Tired of Listening to Series of Remarkable Stories, Rose to the Occasion.
Here is the content of the article:
A naval officer said at a banquet in New York:
“Some of the war stories that I hear remind me of Mark Twain. Mark, you know, once sat in the smoking room of a steamer and listened for an hour or two to some remarkable lies. Then he drawled:”
“Some of the war stories that I hear remind me of Mark Twain. Mark, you know, once sat in the smoking room of a steamer and listened for an hour or two to some remarkable lies. Then he drawled:”
‘”Boys, these feats of yours that you’ve been telling about recall an adventure of my own in Hannibal. There was a fire in Hannibal one night, and old man Hankinson got caught in the fourth story of the burning house. It looked as if he was a goner. None of the ladders was long enough to reach him. The crowd stared at one another with awed eyes. Nobody could think of anything to do. Then all of a sudden, boys, an idea occurred to me. “Fetch me a rope!” I yelled. Somebody fetched a rope, and with great presence of mind I flung the end of it up to the old man. “Tie her round your waist!” I yelled. Old man Hankinson did so and I pulled him down.’”