The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1869-04-24
Office Hunting ut the Capital. No. 1.
BY AN ELKTONIAN.

Believing that brief sketch of what
l saw, while on a recent visit to Wash
ington, would interest or amuse-per-
haps disgust-the readers of THE WING,
propose to give a few pen and ink
sketches of the office-hunter on his
hunting ground
l found myself at the railroad depot,
in Washington, about half past five
O'Clock, A NJ, on Tuesday last, and after
breakfast, started for the Postmaster
Generals Office. On arriving at the
p. o. Department, l found the halls and
every avenue to the place blocked by
eager crowds of office-seekers. Pre-
senting my card to the door-keeper,
was informed that none but Senators
and Representatives were admitted I'M
til after II o'clock
Leaving this eager crowd of "patri-
ots," l strolled away to the Interior De
partmcnt, but what / saw and heard
there, l will leave for No 3.
At II o'clock l returned to the p. o.
Building. The main door leading to
the apartment Of the p NJ. G. was by
this time blockaded with ex-members of
Congress, lawyers, doctors, and repre-
sentatives of all other callings and pro-
fessions, interspersed with not a few
Grecian-bends. Finding approach I'M
possible from this quarter, ascertained
there was another door, which, after
having with some difficulty reached, l
found held by solid column of Grecian-
bends, amounting to several hundred.
Deeming access impossible at this point,
| again appealed to one of the door
keepers to ascertain whether there was
any other entrance to the interior of the
place into which sought to gain adj
mittance, and was informed there was
still another avenue of approach, and
making what l conceived at the time a
mastery flank movement, hoped to reach
the camp unperceived, but alas there
| found the small fry of Maryland poll
ticians in hundreds, having been crowd.
ed away by the large fish, they had be.
taken themselves to watch this back
place of exit, prepared to fasten on to
their prey, when he attempted to retreat
by this private door. There stood the
representative of the saw and Ratchet
of the knife and cleavcr, and the man
of " bib and tucker" all pushing, crowd.
ing, struggling and surging to get lust
one word with the General"
"Here, boy, take my card, I'm on
private business" "Hcrc, boy, is mine
and dollar; he will see me-" Here
boy, is two dollars; he has promised
me and cannot refuse me-" "Oh, my
if he could only see my NAME" &c
"You will please tell the General that
Miss waits to see him-ahn
Another, with her most winning smiles
cndcavors to secure admission, but
alas! all is of no avail.
| again retreat to door No. l, where
they have changed their mode of attack
Loud words and threats are heard
His ball is not unwound. He will wan
to he L. S. Senator. He'd better re
member Baltimore city! He will wan
to be Governor; he'd better remember
the Eastern Shore.
Presently hustle is heard--thc dool
opens-thc desired parsonage is seen
hat in hand All is hustle and confu
sion \ push-the click of the lock i:
hcard-doors thrown open-but hes
he's-gonc; gone where we can't fol
low him-to the White House. TheI
came the heavy sigh, as if the last hope
had died out. In that sigh, stron!
men and fair women mingled.
Not wishing to witness the scene any
longer | started for new field of &C
ton, which, with your permission,
will describe in your next.