The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-10-08


still very bitter opposition to him, and
there will probably be very strong effort
made to defeat MIN, and with a reasona-
BILE prospect of success.
JAMES R. RANDALL's GOOD LUCK.
The announcement made some days ago
that James r. Randall had been appoint
ed to position under the sergeant-at-
arms of the Senate will give great pleas
ure to the many friends of that gentle
man in Georgia and elsewhere. Mr.. Ran
dali, who has had journalistic connec-
tions in Georgia for many years, is first
class gentleman, who deserves much
better fortune than has fallen to his lot
for some time past and we are glad to
chronicle this piece of good luck. He was
strongly recommended by number of
senators, but his appointment was mainly
due to Senator Colquitt. The senator de-
serves the applause of all the newspaper
men for this very proper recognition of
member of the craft. Mr.. Randall is known
TO fame as the author of that immortal
poem, my Maryland, ;" and other poems.
F'ifty-seven clerks were dismissed from
the pension Office today. The cause of
their dismissal was not given, but it was
supposed to be because the work of COM
plotting the census is drawing to close,
and that the force will be gradually re-
duced.
BLACKBURN AND BECK.
The recent speech of Senator Joe Black
burn brings to mind some anecdotes of
himself and the late Senator Beck. These
two Kentucky senators were par Mobile
fratrum," were congenialsin their tastes
and habits, and many are the good stories
that have been told about them. Among
the other qualities for which they were
noted was their ability to distinguish the
various brands and kinds of whisky 1t
is said that they could tell the difference
between Old Bourbon and Robert
son county by the smell,
after it had had been spilled on
the floor and had weeks time to dry
One day an ardent Kentucky admir3r
of the statesmen who was manufacturer
of the stuff, sent them conformity barrel
of his best that was score or more
years in age. They held a joint session
the night after it was received and tap
ped it, ''Joe,'' said Mr.. Beck, this is
frst-class whisky, but it has iron in it"
Mr.. Blackburn took another swallow,
and rolled it around in his mouth, and re-
piled: Beck, you are wrong this time.
1t is not iron, but leather that is in this
whisky" Beck insisted, and so did
Blackburn, and neither would yield. In
the course of days, and possibly weeks,
that barrel had been drawn down to the
last drink, when they found in the bottom
carpet bdCK WIN lSdJuef nSdQ on II.
On another occasion they were sitting
in the Senate chamber talking together
when Senator Blair passed by Mr.. Blair
is a teetotaler. Mr. Beck said to him:
"Blair, come go down to my committee
room; I have a bottle of the best of old
whisky there" Mr. Blair's face assumed
a look of surprise and horror. Said he:
Il thank you, but must decline. / am
utterly ignorant Of the taste of strong
drink of any kind" AS he walked OF,
Blackburn remarked: "Poor fellow. Who
would have suspected it, His stom-
ach is so burnt out that he can't taste
whisky" Senator Blair heard the COM
passionate remark, but knew it was use
less to say anything.
One day when Senator Blackburn was
travelling on train out west, a stranger
came up TO him and said: II beg pardon,
sir, but are you not from Indianap' SEN
ator Blackburn turned on him look of
mingled scorn and indignation, and
Numbered out: "No, sir; am not. The
reason / lock so bad is because have
been sick a long time"