The Wichita daily eagle., 1895-08-20

that he viii turn indefatigably over and
over. IN all sorts Of going. any of those
pEo1oupd parIicularszers at our least be-
hest, II has become our painful duty TO an
nounce that we do not know exactly who
"Old Put" was. And the afternoons in
this latitude are warm We know that
somewhere in this broad land of the free
there must be Putnam clothing house.
putting out and freely vending many
useful articles Of attire, with or without
padding. as the buyer may. elect; and it
Is susceptible Of proof that somewhere in
It's ne.gEborhood stands publishing
mousse, as freely and impartially d,stribut-
ing mucn accurate Information in the way
OF news. tastily arranged and very handy.
but with far more liberal policy as re-
CARDS padding, which it insists upon its
patrons taking. as it all g6es for two
cents. leaving handsome profit. But
reiueiantiy as We may. we must revert.
THIS conscientious sheet means only to
give an Illustration OF Mr.. Putnam's Eng
Esh for the benefit Of Grover Cleveland,
whom it would have reputed as playing at
catcn-as-caich-can with the good Queens
Enshsh, and sometimes expressing him
SELF IN rather wabbly paraphrase. of
undue length. The charge IS false as
he'll! Grover will live in history as a
direct, forceful. logical. and convincing
talker- Has the country forgotten his
trumpet call a time silver was abou. TO
swamp the country 1T is no longer
a theory. but a condition that confronts
u.s.. Why. sir. it was only the other
night that public speaker. who was ex-
pectediy called upon, arose. breathed
hard, and painfully twisted his mouth for
an opening, when suddenly the inspira-
ton came. and he was likely 10 knock the
east wall out with that sentence When
one analyzes it he finds 1t all contained in
that sentence. The compressed emotion
and breath, the pursed lip, the peering
glance, the ominous and surprising dis
tention of the chest, the violent explosion,
and the subsequent rattle Of rhetoric are
all there.
AS for Mr.. Putnam. IT is cruel for the
Tribune to bring him up now. And the
virile selective affinity OF that sheet has
hit upon precisely that which knocks
against Mr.. Putnam the hardest 1t is
impossible not to see that he Is small.
doubtless patriotic in a sense. a good
iiater. but appallIIg.y deficient, and with
out the least suspicion of mental detach-
ment, so characteristic Of the great, which
philosophers have just nosed out, and are
hard at work with measuring great minds
by.
A few lines, aye, one line, is sometimes
enough infallibly to predict a poet Of the
supreme order. Then, as someone says,
had we but this, Sin the dark backward
and abysm of time" of Shakespeare, We
could confidently claim the existence Of
another just like her. We sometimes
wish, time and place permitting, that
Shakespeare had married Sappho. One
feels that Anna Hathaway was but poor
humour of his. to have that which no
other man would take, and Sappho. poor.
wan. spiritual haunter of the cliffs and
precipices would have rhymed with the
higher strains of him. But let that pass.
We proceed in illustration to simple
little distich which medical man once ar
ranged for himself and hung upon his
door post. 1t ran
Within this place
lives Doctor Casa
The army of truthseekrs did not fail to
investigate, and they found II a fact. The
good doctor made fortune which he was
ever fond of estimating at thrice what
Dryden made in a lifetime of poetizing,
and no mean rhymster at that.
And now we have Growers great line.
and his innocuous disueitude, and all that.
yet the Tribune begins to chatter about
verbosity. We are glad, indeed, that
there is the smallest imaginable danger
of Grover taking notice. for If he should,
he is OF all men the one to overly please
the dear Tribune in the way of a direct /,
and forceful utterance. which If 1t should
fateful, and he should be pleased. even
metaphorically, to order the flag TO depart |
in the direction of Chicago-my, my!
f. d. GILBERT.