---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 2
number: 2
published: 1898-12
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations, "In Lighter Mood", *Improvement Era* 2, no. 2 (December 1898): 149–151.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera22unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera22unse
start_page: 149
end_page: 151
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1898-12)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera22unse
  publication_year: 1898
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1898, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# In Lighter Mood

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                            IN LIGHTER MOOD.                                      149

would compel a refusal of the request unless Wellington, as a foreign
       graciously permitted to exist and fight on Spanish soil, should preofficer,

sent the petition on his knees. The old duke often used to tell the story
afterwards, and he would say, "Now,           I   was extremely anxious to have
the movement executed, and I didn't care a twopenny dash about getting
on my knees, so down I plumped!"
                             *            *            *

        During the present era of good feeling between Great Britain and the
United States it is not amiss to       call   attention    to   the following bond
between the two governments
        "The desk used at the AVhite House, Washington, by the President of
the United States is interesting in itself, apart from          its   connection with
the ruler of a nation, for it is a token of the good-will existing between
two peoples.      Although occupying so prominent a place              in the official
residence of America's chosen governor, it is not of American manufacture.                                and was a present from the Queen to
           It was fashioned in England,

a former President.      It was madefrom the timbers of H, M. S. Resolute,
which was sent in search of Sir John Franklin in 1852. The ship was
caught in the ice, and had to be abandoned. It was not destined, however, to go to pieces in frozen waters.  An American whaler discovered
and extricated it in 1855, and it was subsequently purchased and sent to
Her Majesty by the President and people of the United States as a token
of good-will and friendship.    In an English dockyard the Resolute was at
last broken up, and from her timbers a desk was made, which was sent
by Her Majesty "as a memorial of the courtesy and loving-kindness which
dictated the offer as a gift of the Resolute."  At this desk, itself a representative of the kindly feeling of both nations, the President does the
greater part of his writing.
                             *            *            *

     We are happy to note that the people of England are taking kindly
to "Mark Twain." By which, of course, we mean, they are taking kindly
to his humor; and the British press is glad to repeat his droll stories.
""
        Michael Davitt, the Irish leader, has published a book under the title
''Life and Progress in Australia," where the author has spent some time.

On his journey from Melbourne to New Zealand he was fortunate enough
to have "Mark Twain" for a fellow passenger, and he enlivens some of
the passages of his book with two or three capital anecdotes related on
thTvoyage by the great humorist. The Irish leader found "Mark Twain"
easily approached.      He says:
    There is absolutely no "side" hitched on to his genius. The kindliest
of smiles and of laughing, good-natured gray eyes make you immedi

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ately welcome.       You are made to feel at once that you are in the presence
of a man whom fame or fortune could not deprive of his natural disposition to make yofi laugh away the worries and troubles of the moment.
Mark Twain is not parsimonious with his talent.                He entertained us in
the smoking room of the Maroroa with some capital anecdotes, which»
however, cannot be done justice to in the re-telling. It is in the art of
telling a story where the mirth and merit lie, and Mark Twain's yarns in
anyone else's narration is worse than leaving the Prince of Denmark out
of "Hamlet."
     Nevertheless, even with this princely omission, the yarns are amusing enough.        Two of them were at the expense of some friends and the
custom house of New York.
    Some of the boys had made up their minds to play a trick on Mark.
They each planted their smuggled cigars among his small baggage and
awaited results. They knew he would not deny possession of such wares
when questioned,and they all crowded around him when the customs officers
came up. They counted upon his being compelled to pay up for the cargo.
    "They stood around when the critical moment arrived and were
ready to explode with laughter at my expense. This is how it ended:
          "The customs officer
                                 — 'Your name,   please?'
          " 'Mr. Clemens.'
          " 'Are you Mark Twain?'
          " 'Yes.'
          " 'Then pass on.'

          "So," said Mark, laughing at the recollection of the incident, "I was
neither asked to pay nor to lie, and        I    had   all   the cigars to myself, for
you may be sure I did not deliver any of them to those who tried to play
that little game on me."
          On another occasion he encountered a much more exacting customs
official at the same port.

    "I had nine parcels from Liverpool," he explained, "and I badly
wanted to get them through without their being opened. I gave the
number and was asked to open some of them.
    " 'Well, I am Mark Twain,' I pleaded, 'and you surely don't suspect

me of harboring any evil against Uncle Sam?'
          " 'But we have a duty to perform.'
          " 'Yes, of course, but the custom regulations don't say, in teaching

the rules of duty, you must rummage and upset Mark Twain's personal
effects when he comes back to the land of his birth?'
          " 'We are sorry, but we have no alternative.'
          " 'Did you,' I cut in, 'compel General Sherman to open his trunks

when he came back, a short time ago?'

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IN LIGHTER MOOD.                                         151

          'Oh, we couldn't trouble General Sherman. You know he is'
        " 'No, you can allow General Sherman to pass, a man whom I made

famous, and you stop me!            You give a pass to the pupil and you deny the
same right to the master; I'
      "Official to customs officer
                                           —   'Let    his   go;' and I got   my nine parcels
through all right."
      Mark Twain gave the Irish leader an infallible remedy for insomnia,
with which the latter was sorely afflicted.
      "I suffered much from that malady years ago," said Mark.                        "It does
not trouble me now, though my work is still heavy and more exacting as
the years steal on.        I   began the search for a cure by drinking a glass of
beer on going to bed.           This gave a                      Then I
                                                 little relief for a short time.

exchanged my beer for a           little         two ounces of whisky.
                                           prescription of
This worked the desired cure. It proved the real remedy so much so that    —
I began to like my medicine.  The two ounces of Scotch grew into five
ounces.  Then the trouble began again. It was the old story of taking
too much of a good thing.           The    five       ounces sent    me off all right, and
brought about a kind of angelic sensation in my head, but in a couple of
hours sleep would leave me, and the old trouble came back to stay all
night.    I   then sought another remedy and found it               —   yes, sir, an infallible
remedy.       I   got hold of it by accident.          It was a child's German grammar.

I   began to read it on lying down. I never got through a single page at a
time.    Sleep came along and never gave the grammar a chance.      Try it,
and you will find it a dead certain cure. I tried hard to induce the late
General Grant to adopt it, but I could not succeed. Otherwise he might
not have died so soon."
