The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-01-09
THE NEW A. JACKSON
HIS HOME is IN INDIANA AND HE'S
KNOWN AS MATTHEW'S.
Governors Presidential Boom Sprung
Last NiEht-PrOvides Sample
Feast for Miss Democracy.

Governor Claude Matthews believes that
pie is pie, whether it be of the good, old
vermillion county bake, or of that figu-
ratve goodness which the White House
chef puts, with d sprinkling of salary in
the official Democratic pie And while the
Governor is not ready just yet-not for
while, mind you-to take the boys to the
national kitchen, yet he is powerfully will
ing Miss Democracy of Indiana, who has
some hope of being appointed housekeeper
at the national capital next year, has been
casting about for chef. At least the Gov
ernor, with the suave insistence of a French
servant applying for situation, has led
her to believe as much. The Governor
called Miss Democracy.
Madam said he, bowling low and beam
ing those kindly blue eyes, II understand
you want some one to go to Washington
with you lowell, to cook"
"Umph, dunno" replied the lady, some
what noncommittal
But, madam, think of the good things
can prepare for that sweet mouth of thine
that mouth of symmetry and grace such
as the gods never deigned to give even a
rose bud fresh from the morning dew.
Think of the toothsome viands l could
tender to tickle the palate of thy many
sons. beseech the, do not overlook me-"
Miss Democracy could not resist the
Establishment, nor could she refrain from
further questioning this hattering appli-
cant.
Are you good at pie?" she asked navely-
more naively than a Democrat asking for
congressional nomination in the Sixth dis
trict.
PIE exclaimed Mr.. Matthews, catching
the clew 20 the good lady's weak spot
Madam 1 assure you on my word Of
honor Hebe-I believe it was Hebe-never
rolled better dough nor baked a crisper
crust for Jupiter on dazzling Olympus
heights. Pie, did you say? Ah madam, if
there is one weakness I have-a weakness
I would fain call a virtue since you show
it your favor-it is for making pie. And pie,
to be delicious. must be we'll sliced. Kind
madam, trust me to the pie.
But" half unused the lady, II don't
| know just how you would suit. There's
Daniel V. and Isaac P. to be consulted. 1
| tell you they are not so easily pleased
| Their chops are yet eking grease from the
| surfeit of good things and their appetite
has been dulled by the pampering of long
| ofnclal living: Do you think you could
cook to satisfy them?'
Mr.. Matthews paused for a reply, and
then with the social diplomacy of a Chester
| field. he tweedled the lady completely in
Madame said he, flooding his face with
winsomeness. Il should hate to think you
| would allow any else to dictate to you
an appetite Who are these men that should
hold their own tastes above a woman, so
nobly endowed? Madam. + trust, 3 a new
woman, With the fin de steele greatness of
| her sex-not the creature of such men.
Who hath right or license to gainsay her
| Of it would be the basest treason. Assert
| thy majesty and stamp the snivelers till
t thy Ilck thy foot in abjeet humility. 1t is
painfully small in diameter by this time time,
| Yes must admit it, and her eyes went
to the moor and she snickered. .Daniel
OF him trying to dictate to me! Bah
d H@xer foe even EN-, thanked me for what have
tonight, when L sent for him. He shan't
reed at my trough any more. But Isaac
| you know, hasn't been so bad. Isaac never
| come late to dinner, and he never grurnblej
about the pie-although, to be sure, he al
| ways got big enough Slice Little Isaac
always thought well Of
i, So it was all arranged. Mr.. Matthews
was to be the chef and little Isaac was to
come to the first dinner he prepared.
The Governor was not sure but it was al
| an categorical dream when he came down
to the office the next morning. 1t was such
| good joke-this thing of Claude Matthews
| applying for a position as a cook. He
| laughed as he dropped into his easy chair tc
look over the mail which Myron King
brought him.
| "Myron,' said he, "who was this codgel
| that Interpreted dreams back in the early
| days"
Myron shot his underlip out, cast his eyes
! to the ceiling and tried to think. He
| couldn't
"oh. you Know this fellow that told such
wonderful things and was SO WISE went
II can't hink-who-it-was,'' replied
King, with eyes still to the ceiling. -
! know wasn't living at the time
| 'Oh, I know that 1t couldn't have beer
| yOu, added the Governo innocently enou III
| "Oh! 1t was Joseph interpreted
| Pharoahs dreams. l wish had him here
| The Secretary wanted to know why Tier
| the Governor told him of his dream, of Miss
| Democracy and how she promised to take
| him cook.
I'm your Joseph" calculated King, "TI
interpret that dream. Miss Democracy
wants something good to eat Just let m,
| fix up the dinner. And pie? Say, I'll give
'em a symbolical taste of the pie that's t.
| come when we get to be President. Eth
| Governor. Pie? Well make 1t wine and tur
| key sandwiches and ham and such feas
! that Miss Democracy will fairly open hel
eyes You can be thankful, Governor, tina
| you have such Joseph
And that's the way the Jackson day ban
| quet started according to a prophet