Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1886-12-11
INA GRoUP-oUR CRY FATHERS.

In A GRoUP-OUR CITY FATHERS.
Anyone passing in front of Pat. Cum
ningham's photograph gallery. on a
bright day, will see picture Of the ex-
Founders OF our corporate law, in all
their glory and beauty. Mayor Lam
bert is quite promiscuously seated in
the centre, like the sun, and the Coun-
cilmen are clustered around him, like
so many satalites The physi0gnoms
of his face, will repay close scrutiny.
Determination and Kindness are so
closely mingled thereon, that it is hard
to tell tother from which. Forty years,
of 365 days each, have blew away some
of his front hair, and cntta few twisted
wrinkles on his noble forehead, But
still he Is smiling TO himself, He pro-
badly was thinking of bis weiltrimmed
whiskers, and Pat caught his humor by
the instantaneous process, before it
could wear eff. First to the right of
the High Executioner, sits DIR. Jim
McSherry. The weight and hustle Ct
an extensive practice, did not Steal
away the smile that plays around his
mouth, like fly around a molasses
can and the mschievious twinkle in
his eye. tells that he just prescribed par
egoric 10 still the midnight music of
some new heir, who assisted by cramps,
had twisted its little body into the
shape of an s. There is an earnest-I-
cantgrade -street-expression resting
upon his face, and he seems to be deep:
ly meditating over the proposed grad
ing of the big hill on John street, lead
ing down to the Water Works. But,
we must leave him alone with his re
Election, and meander to his companion
on the right-Mr. Bert Bowers. Bert
is large man, and the agony of bis un.
comfortable position, on the end of the
bench, is reflected into the photograph.
He is pictul of outward dignity aud
inward misery. and Pat may bless his
stars he kept behind his apparatus I'M
til the picture was taken Brother
Bowers does not look a bit hungry, but
he was no doubt troubled just then with
visions of fried chicken and boiled cab
bage. TO the left of the worthy Major,
sitting up as straight as an old maid in
church, is Mr.. Geo. w. DeGrange, be-
fore whose classic features the beauty
of the Mayor has hard time shining.
His long beard falls in many carling
| fold towards his billed shirt bosom and
his eye glasses demand reverence from
| the other Councilmen. George has a
pavement-must- be-put- down-look in his
eyes, and his hand grasps his cane,
| with the grip of a Methodist preacher.
| By his side sits Mr.. E. V. Little, look
| ing happy as big sun flower that mods
| in the evening breezes. His face is con-
| spicuous for the absence of beard aud
mustache,and an almost femenine beau
ty plays around his we'll cut mouth and
little Roman nose. Patience is strangely
prominent upon his thinker. and vein
of humor runs from under his chin to
the lower tip of his left ear. In his
rear stands the watch dog of the
Treasury, Conley Tobin with the snow
white hairs of his aged beard, flowing
in undisguised gracefulness towards his
chin. Mr.. Tobin is next to the hand.
soonest of the Councilmen. Dignity
and tenacity are stamped indelibly on
his almost alabaster brow, and from bis
swapping little eyes, dart rays of intelll-
gence and humor as broad as Sir Johns
Run. He scorns to sit down, and looks
every inch like Conley Tobin.A Stand
ing by his right-side is handsome Coun-
Gilman John Picking The envy of all
the brethren,h stands proudly towering
like a giant BESIDE pine trees. But
somehow the joy and peace usual de-
picted upon his rotuDd face, are sadly
absent, and their places are usurped by
| a woe begone expression, like unto that
of the school boy who has filled his
stomach with green apples. Pat inform.
ed US John bad on tight shoes, and just
as he directed the camera, he remem-
ed a man had promised to pay him $40
at that very moment No one will look
at Councilman Picking in the aforesaid
picture, without feeling compassion for
him. And now we come to the, last
man, Lieut.. Frank Williams, the young
est member of the body. He wears his
broadcast smile, and we inspected the
look on his face so closely that we MOTTO
ed the French wax on his mustache
He is laughing atthe Mayors lost hair,
and trying to stick Bowers with pin.
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