The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-11-10

/ had great deal of fun with this
little machine, on the dial of which you
eould find anything from the morning
paper 10 a pair of horses. Yesterday
met Mr.. Herzog, looking as well as he
did before my attack on him, and l was
surprised to find at my hotel and in
many other hotels since, the little ma
chine which | used several years ago in
busting off the streets.
This shows, as | say, the power of the
press, and how a fearless writer with a
good command of language may often
accomplish great good by attacking a
mentorious thing.
Whenever | come to New York, even
for few weeks, ike to fall into the
hands of an old New Yorker who knows
the ropes, for it gives me feeling of
comfort and confidence which nothing
else can. Day before yesterday started
to go up town with an old resident of
the city, and as we went up the elevated
railroad stairs | told him how glad i
was TO be as often as possible in the
hands of an old citizen CT the place, for
then did not have to worry over de-
tails
Yes" he said, at must be a good
deal of a comfort to one who has not al
ways livea IN the city TO be with one
who is perfectly familiar with New
York, as nothing but time and years can
make one. Now, for instance, the man
from the west or from the country may
f1atter himself that he is entirely at
home here after week or two. and be-
gin to take it easy. That is the time ne
corks himself, and the first thing he does
when he experiences this feeling of false
security is to climb the elevated stairs
humming Comrades" softly to himself,
only to find when he gets here to the
ticket Office as we are that he has come
up those tedious iron stairs on hot day
only to know after he has his ticket that
he is on the down town side when he
wants to go up, or rice versa. It is
mighty humilisting and makes him look
pretty foolish, / think And so-by
thunder! that's just what we have done
now! If you'll agree not to say anything
about this | viii pay for the lunch"
Last evening visited Central park for
a stroll along its quiet walks in order to
rehearse a spontaneous after dinner
speech for the Lambs club and also to
commune with nature and the child
wonder, the baby hippopotamus. | am
very fond of wild beasts born in captiv-
ity, and often spend hours in front of
their cages contemplating their singular
habits.
The baby hippopotamus is, NAV safe
ly say, as plain as Senator PETER, of
Kansas, the hirsute wonder of the bound
less plains. She has a loosely fitting
habit and chubby legs. and is now about
half the size of her mother and one-third
as large, perhaps, as her proud father.
She eats great quantities of hay and
then goes into the water Her life is
not an exciting one. After being in the
water for a time she may be seen by
the observing student coming out again.
This constitutes her life work. Instead
Of having a purpose in life, she does no
more for her race or for history than
young lady at summer resort.
The giraffe always strikes me as a sort
Of a Redfern brute. somehow, while the
hippopotamus child and baby elephant
have the air of getting their clothes
made at home. Look for one moment
at the elephant The seat of his trousers
has 3 sag to it which takes one back to
the first experiment made by ones poor
mother IN draping a narrow and bony
hey. / have passed through that myself.