The silver state. [volume] (Unionville, Nev.) 1870-1903, 1881-12-12
A SENATOR'S TRIBULATIONS.
J.P. Jones Bewildered by Applicants for
Office.

Washington last Saturday, gives the
following report of an interview had
with him on the train:
Reporter-"Senator [ would like to
get your opinion on national affairs,
especially the tariff and silver ques.
tions."
Senator-"Well, sir; 1 have become
so bewildered ON this trip that | can
scarcely have an intelligent opinion on
any subject. Perhaps you will not be-
lieve it when l tell you 1 have thous-
and and one applications for positions
in the various offices Of the Govern
ment, aud all from loyal men in the
Pacific States and Territories. You see
my secretary is completely worn out.
See those two large books there; both
are full of applications. If 1 had re-
manned another day in this State
would have another book full. When
| left Virginia aud passed through Car
son and Reno the platforms were liter
ly jammed by fellows who wanted Of
fee, judge, and such expressions as
these greeted my ears: Three cheers
for JONES' 'Halloo, John, bully boy,
you bet;' NO Half-breed about him,
you bet;' He was true as steel to Conk-
lin and Arthur No Blaine in his, not
i l know MYSELF" He is Republi-
can, he is;' No Half taTy for
him. y. p, old boy, I'll write to you
don't forget that matter / was talking
to you about; put it in your big booL :
Ill keep things hunkadory in this
State,p etc., etc.
Reporter-"Did you meet any Half
breeds on this trip"
Senator-"Not one. l have bad per.
sonal interviews with thousands of Re-
publicans in the last fifteen days, and l
have not found one, and have not heard
of bat one. / met an old friend of
mine from Trinity county, California,
who told me there was a Half-bree
postmaster up some where in Modoc
county, the only one on the coast. o,
l must tell you a little incident that
happened down at Wadsworth this
morning. When the train stopped |
heard some fellow ask if Senator Jones
was aboard. Being informed that he
was, he yelled ont, Three cheers for
the metalurgical, silver bottomed and
metallic-ribbed Senator from Nevada. ,
He came rushing in, saying, Where is
the old war horse, Jaypee Joues. The
porter pointed to my state room, and
he entered unceremoniously. Before
he could speak remarked, My friend,
what will you bave,' He replied, %,
I'm not particular; l leave that all to
you; you Loow how l caa serve my
couotiy best. / am at it's service in
any official capacity. OF course / don't
want any s.lecme Office that's not got
much in it. l have a large family to
support. and times are mighty tight
with US just now. bead you wee in
Frisco and rode in from Hot Gees,
$50 miles, aud was going 20 taee the
cars here and 60 below to oGec the
Government my services. My old
woman has an eye to business, aad she
said just as sta ted that bod better
get some position in the lnsa 'e Asylum
at Reno, and then we would be near
Bishop Whitakers school. But just
leave it to you. would just as soon
60 to Washington as to Reno, if you
think it is best for the Government.
| assured him that / had no doubt
about his getting into the Asylum; that
| thought that would suit both him and
the Government better. The tcain now
started. He said be would go on up
and see the Asylum and write to the
old woman" land, remarked the SEN
ator in an undertone, "about ninety
nine out of every hundred of those
applying for office would be more at
home in an Insane Asylum than in the
Offices they seek. ;"