The renowned artist Paul Gustave Dore (1821-1883) lost his passport while traveling in Europe. When he came to a border crossing, he explained
his predicament to one of the guards. Giving his name to the official, Dore hoped he would be
recognized and allowed to pass. The guard, however, said that many people attempted to cross the border by claiming to be
persons they were not.
Dore insisted that he was the man he claimed to be. "All right," said the official, "we'll give you a test, and if you
pass it we'll allow you to go through." Handing him a pencil and a sheet of paper, he told the artist to sketch several peasants
standing nearby. Dore did it so quickly and skillfully that the guard was convinced he was indeed who he claimed to be. His work confirmed his word!
Our Daily Bread, January 6, 1993.
Setting out from Hamburg, Germany, one day to give a concert in London, violinist Fritz Kreisler had an hour before
his boat sailed. He wandered into a music shop, where theproprietor asked if he could look at the violin Kreisler was
carrying. He then vanished and returned with two policemen, one of whom told the violinist, "You are under arrest."
"What for?" asked Kreisler.
"You have Fritz Kreisler's violin."
"I am Fritz Kreisler."
"You can't pull that on us. Come along to the station."
As Kreisler's boat was sailing soon, there was no time for prolonged explanations. Kreisler asked for his violin and
played a piece he was well known for. "Now are you satisfied?" he asked. They were!
Today in the Word, December 22, 1992.
A young American engineer was sent to Ireland by his company to work in a new electronics plant. It was a two-year
assignment that he had accepted because it would enable him to earn enough to marry his long-time girlfriend. She had a job
near her home in Tennessee, and their plan was to pool their resources and put a down payment on a house when he returned.
They corresponded often, but as the lonely weeks went by, she began expressing doubts that he was being true to her,
exposed as he was to comely Irish lasses.
The young engineer wrote back, declaring with some passion that he was paying absolutely no attention to the local
girls. "I admit," he wrote, "that sometimes I'm tempted. But I fight it. I'm keeping myself for you."
In the next mail, the engineer received a package. It contained a note from his girl and a harmonica. "I'm sending
this to you," she wrote, "so you can learn to play it and have something to take your mind off those girls."
The engineer replied, "Thanks for the harmonica. I'm practicing on it every
night and thinking of you."
At the end of his two-year stint, the engineer was transferred back to company headquarters. He took the first
plane to Tennessee to be reunited with his girl. Her whole family was with her, but as he rushed forward to embrace her, she held up a restraining
hand and said sternly, "Just hold on there a minute, Billy Bob. Before any serious
kissin' and huggin' gets started here, let me hear you play that harmonica!"
& Pieces, October 15, 1992, pp. 17-18.