The morning call., 1893-12-03
Faces Seen in My Photo
graph Album.
HOW THEY HAPPEN THERE.
Little Bits About Men and Women
That Come to Mind as the
Likenesses Are Seen.

duu Wual stoTieS como TO ones mind.
Each face is a distinct chapter in the book
Of life that is mentally reviewed as the
thick leaves are turned. Here's an album
that has picture of kindly gray-haired
woman, one of firm-face elderly man.
Another leaf and the pretty face of a girl,
with lips that were meant to be kissed,
beams forth. A golden-haired child is
opposite. Turn again and the profile of a
handsome young man is seen. Mother,
father. wife or sweetheart, child. brother
or sister. This album tells story of
home. 1t would not interest you; it is
sacred to me. SO let US fasten the clasp and
lay it one side. Have the glances saddened
me? Perhaps. but that's my story, only
mine. So let US to another. Yes, that's
the book. or course you recognize most of
the faces, but perhaps the circumstances
under which they were taken will add a
new interest TO them.
Grover Cleveland adoTns the first leaf,
but he Is not the Grover Cleveland of to-
day. You will notice that he is seated Ia
an office and legal documents are scat
tered around. while lawbooks are piled
upon the table. That picture was taken
when he was lawyer at q Wall street,
when he busted himself with briefs and
seemed to care nothing about politics. At
that time only few politicians thought he
would again be candidate for the Pres
ldency. but his opinions were worth their
weight in gold in New York State and as
hard 10 get AS nuggets. One day Ballard
Smith, then managing editor of the World,
sent me down TO interview Mr.. Cleveland.
IL was time of great excitement in that
city. A vigorous fight against Tammany
had been organized by certain persons,
who formed what was known as the
Peoples Municipal League. An indorse-
ment from the man who had been Presi-
dent would have added thousands of votes
In lavor OF their candidates, while a word
IN favor of their arch enemy-he Of the
tlger-would thin their ranks as if a gat-
ling gun had been turned loose. So / was
told to ask the oracle what he thought of
the II. NJ. L.. as It was termed.
"Mr. Cleveland" said /, when the
young man announced me after inform
ing the head of the firm Of my business,
to which cheery SHOW him In" had
been the reply. ''Mr. Cleveland, what is
your opinion of the P. NJ. L.. ?"
He waited perhaps couple Of minutes
and mentally masticated the interroga-
fion, then slowly drawled out, "What
the - is the p NJ. l.. ?''
"Why, The Peoples Municipal League"
"Oh. the Peoples Municipal League. eh
Well. really 1 haven't given the Peoples
Municipal League any serious attention.
Candidly now, think. you it deserves any ?"
This was all OF the interview. but it was
double-leaded in the World the next
morning and large display head placed
over 1t, while the article was accorded the
place of honor on the first page. Tam
many was jubilant. the reformers dis
comtited, and those few words of derision
did more than anything else. 1t was. the
first intimation that Cleveland favored
machine politics in the metropolis.
L Won are QlanplnQ ar fha norfraif on
posite. Rather pretty and piquant, eh ?
Quite a contrast with the neavy-set VISA
Wis. No, she is not variety actress,
Don't you recognize the features of Ella
Wheeler Wilcox. the Poetess Of Passion?
All. she will never forgive the man who
got snapshot at her In that short dress,
even il the exposed plate caught as neatly
turned ankle as one might wish to see
1t was this way: The skirt dance was
just coming In and Ella wanted to write a
poem, one OF her swinging, sensuous. cling
ing poems about 1t. She went to the thea
ter aud wrote, but tore up the manuscript.
Finally she donned the dancers costume
and before a select audience tried it her
self. The result OF that evenings enter
taInment, when 1t appeared Ia verse, was
copied all over the United States.
A kindly face that next one? Yes. you
may we'll say so. A more noble, thor
oughly unselfish woman never lived. She
Is Clara Barton. president of the Red
Cross League. and when wind, food fire
or famine cause death and suffering she
hnrries like an angel to soothe and give
relief. Thousands at Johnstown will re-
member the blankets that kept off the
cold, the food that kept death at bay, all
given by Miss Barton and her assistants
They will remember also the words of
comfort and encouragement distributed
here and there through deaths valley.
Way of in Russia they praise her name,
because of the ships laden with golden
grain she caused to be sent them. Charles
ton honors her for work after the earth
quake. and the people on the islands in
the Gulf of Mexico are the latest 10 know
the true worth OF that gentle woman.
Inspector Byrnes? Yes, of course, you
recognize him. / say inspector" be-
cause although be is superintendent of
New YOrk's police yet he will always be
known by the former title. That picture
was taken when he was head of the De-
tective Bureau. Many persons wonder
whether Byrnes is an honest man. Jt is
well known that police officers in New
York annually receive large sums frem
TO transgress the law by paying for 1t, and
the question is often asked whether or no
the great thief-eatcher ever soiled his
hand with the gold. Those who know him
best can confidently assert that he is not
guilty. In he first place he s not
wealthy. anu III ne Dau received his
share OF the plunder he would be
a millionaire to-day. But there is
another reason. He knows of this corrup,
doing, and he uses it to increase his power
Over the heads of all his subOrdinates he
holds that terrible weapon of ''you are
guilty while am innocent" Men ia high
office must obey him or bit of unpleasant
history would be brought to the surface.
Over those who pay the money as We'll as
those who receive 1t he holds the terrible
weapon Of his innocence and their guilt.
His ambition is to be the greatest detec-
tive in the world, and this knowledge is a
lever with which to move thousands 10 his
benefit.
Now we must take a sub-eQuatorIaI
journey to talk about that man. Round.
plump OF face. mutton-chop whiskers,
Yes, lie is an Englishman, or rather q COL
0nist, for he was born in Jamaica. He is
Isaac Lawton, at present an editorial
writer ON the Panama Star and Herald.
He is Hebrew and one of the incest men
1 ever met. When that photograph was |
taken he was editor and proprietor of the |
South Pacific Times. the only English |
new spaper published on the west coast of |
South America below the isthmus. When |
Pierola became dictator of Peru he |
thought Mr.. Lawton TOO outspoken and