Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1885-01-16
Louder, Marshall, Louder"

The gifted Tom Marshall, OF Ken
lucky, was one of the most popular
orators Of his times, and wherever he
went the people were anxious to
hear him speak. During the recent
campaign for the Congressional nom
ination in this (Atlanta) district,
Capt. Harry Johnson related the fol-
lowing anecdoie of Tom Marshall,
and which we have never found in
print:
On one occasion Marshall made a
visit TO Buffalo, N. Y, on business,
After his days labors were done he
met with several congenial friends at
the hotel, and in Marshall's room,
about 10 o'clock at night, they were
enjoying their "Burbon straights,"
and making the evening interesting
with small game of "draw poker"
Suddenly baud of music struck up
in the street below, in front of the
hotel, and loud cries from a thousand
throats arose for "Tom Marshall !"
Marshall of KentuckyP A delega-
ton from the crowd visited his room
to announced the serenade in his hon
or and requested response. Marshall
felt lushy and declared himself un-
Q Iual to the occasion. But all parties
insisted and fairly carried him out
upon the balcony of the hotel. His
appearance was hailed with enthusi-
astic cheers.
Steadying himself with one hand
upon the railing, and with the other
hand over his heart, Marshall began: {:
"Fellow-citizens of Buffalo thank
You from the bottom OF my heart for
this unexpected courtesy. l cannot
command language fitted to express
my deep appreciation of the compli-
ment, but If 1t should ever be my
pleasure to meet a citizen of Buffalo
In the Bluegrass region of Kentucky
| will endeavor 10 show him some
what of the hospitality of that glo-
rious country"
There were loud cheers, and then
some stentorian cries from the out
skirts of the crowd:
Louder, Marshall, Louderw
Tom took another brace OH the
railing and repeated.
"Fellow- citizens of Buffalo, I thank
you (hic) from the bottom ofmy heart
(hic) for this unexpected courteys.
| (hic) cannot 'spress to you (hic) my
deep 'preciation of compliment (hic).
Louder, Marshall, louderw came
a score of cries from the crowd.
BY this time Tom was getting bor-
ed and dimly conscious that he was
really "too !ull for uttcrance," but he
again started off;
"Fellow-cit'zens Buf'lo: l thank
you from (hic) the bottom of my (hic)
art for this 'stinguished compliment
and II meet you (hic) In the Blu
grass"
Louder, Marshall, louder" yelled
a hundred voices.
Now Tom was cxasperated. Draw
ing himselfup with dignity and wav-
ing his hand commandingly, he
roared with "hiccup" or a mis-cue
of the tongue this remarkable speech !:
"Fellow-citizens of Buffalo: When
time shall be no more; when this
great globe Of ours shall be dissolved
with fervent heat; when yon STAR
gemmed armament shall be finally
rolled together as ascroll; when the
numberless myriads of Gods universe
are called to judgment, and Jeho-
yah has commanded Gabriel to sound
the last trump, methlnks that awful
occasion will be interrupted by some
d--d fool from Buffalo hollering
"L0uder, Gabriel, louderp
1t is needless to add that this cli-
max convulsed the crowd and made
Marshall forever memorable in Buffa-
lo.-The Cracker, Atlanta, Ga.