The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-06-22
PRESIDENTIAL TRAINING.
Senator McDonald's LoquaciOus Servant
GOssips Behind the Door.

az can't interrupt the Senator now" explained
the servant of Senator Mcdonald TO a journal re-
porter, who had called to again assure the aspir-
ing statesman that to be silent is to be forgotten.
AS the reporter turned away the servant added,
apologetically: "The Senator is in the cellar ex-
ercislng, and he would not like to be interrupted"
did you say that the Senator -" was the
broken inquiry of establishment, which was
strangled with the quick response of the COM
municative servant. The servant, however, is
no statesman.
eyes, the Senator is in the cellar a-exercis-
ing" continued the front-door d%iplomatist, in an
undertone. He is training to be President, you
know. I heard him say that he was going to
make a hard fight, even il he did get left, and 1
believe If he keeps on he will be able to knock
any of them out of the ring. The Senator is
rather old, and it looks like 1t wouldn't be hard
to get the best of him, but I heard him say that
he knows he's got more strength than any OF
them now, and that the only trouble
will be to keep it up, He's a little
afraid that some of 'em will slip up
on HIM, though, and knock him in the head
when he is not expecting it. The only thing
that he seems to be at all afraid OF is a foul blow.
The other day he came up looking like ne had
been struck below the belt and had all the
breath knocked out of him. He was muttering
to himself, and said that Thomas had struck a
foul blow, but that Thomas had broken his good
right arm in doing it, and that he wouldn't be
able to do any more fighting for first place. The
Senator has got the advantage, because he
knows better how to train. He says he's train
ing to develop strength, and doesn't
care what people say about his
personal beauty, or his shape. Ha first gets up
his strength with his dumb-bells; then he goes
to swinging his Indian clubs, and he Keeps that
up until he fairly knocks out the center OF
gravity; then, when his power Is worked up to
its height, he makes a gand effort by jumping
up to the turning pole and going over with a
giant swing. That's the thing that the other
fellows can't do. Somehow they always come
that they don't know how to train. They jump
Into the flying trapeze when they can't even
tumble over a mole-hill."
"When will the SenapOr-P' but the question
was knocked out of life.
1.-THE Senator" continued the laxative gen.
tleman of the door-bell. sis training hard, and it
wouldn't be much satisfaction TO see him. He's
using the dumb-bellsn now. He doesn't say much,
hut once in awhile 1 see him smile all to himself,
confident like, and straighten out his arms and
little knocking. l heard him say the other day
that he couldn't be frightened by ghosts;
but 1 don't know what he meant.
] know, though, that it is not human nature to
feel easy when ghosts are around. The Senator
is a great man, and he's too deep for me. know
It seemed mighty funny to me when he was talk
Ing the other day about being President, and he
Strengthened out his leg and winked at his foot,
and said none of his toes were sore. The Sen
atOr- oh, dear! there come some vlSlt0rs." and
as two ladies aligEted from their carriage in
front of the mansion. the reporter withdrew,
feeling that his ears had been scaudalously out
ragged by the gossip Of Senator McDonald's ser
want.