The sun., 1896-10-24
ANY BETSY WELL, SEE HERE
ABL KINDS OFFERED TO AN UNWIb-
LING BRTANITE.
He Was = Modest Man with n knowledge
or Stntistics md Silver Dog, and He
Cot Into More Argument in Fewer
Minutes Than Ever Refora Ia Ell. U,r~

Ho Was = Modest Man with knowledge
or Statistics and n silver Dor, and He
Cot Ihto More Argument In Fewer
Minutes Than Ever BEFORE In His Life.
A mild-mannered, unassuming young man
walked up to the stamp window at the south
entrance OF the Post Of1co about O'Clock last
night and laid down on the shelf in front Of the
window neatly folded paper while he trans
acted his business with the Government He
put the stamps in his pocket, stepped aside to
give another man place at the window and then
unfolded his paper and spread 1t out on the shelf
1t was one of tho Bryan Dog' maps that the
Popocrats are distributing. a crude map OF the
United States, superimposed on the figure
Of n dog, showing all the States in silver except
New York, Pennsylvania, and the New England
States. which are in gold. The thing Is labelled
the silver dog with the gold tall" and is
intended to set forth In concrete way the sub
stance of Popocratic Chairman Jones's gigantic
bluff In the way OF claiming States for Bryan.
The modest young man spread out his Bryan
dog and looked at 1t thouRhtfuliy. He said
nothing. and save for the mere fact of having 1t
in his possession there was nothing to indicate
his political preferences. The man to whom he
had given place at the window paused In his
purchase Of stamps. glanced at tho silver dog,
| and said:
What you got there?"
"A map of the States Bryan will carry"
| softly answered the young man.
Bet you ten to ono he don't" rejoined the
| other with q swapping emphasis that bespoke
| conviction.
I'm not BETTING" said the Bryanite, II don't
talk politics much. was just looking at It,"
| He continued to look at the dog, ard he got
into more kinds of argument In fewer minutes
than he is likely to in all the succeeding years
Of his iife even IL he outlives Methusaeh. The
Post Ohlce corridor suddenly swarmed with
Mckinley men. They came in through the
swinging doors with rush and made a
bee line for the modest Young man
who didn't talk politics. They came up
to him as if they had been looking for him
| all day and had just heard where he was.
And as each man approached he launched
proposition which was usually offer to bet.
They went after him like terriers after a wood
chuck, and the young man did his best, like the
woodchuck, to get into his hole. But they
wouldn't have it. They surrounded him and
kent at him. and the crowd grew until the night
outside Of it. PLAYING with his biz a club. and and
wondering where he was going to begin work
making them scatter.
full reply of the man who had first addressed the
modest Rryanite, to that gentleman,s declara-
90. You cannot show single State on that
map outside of the South and the silver; mining
States, that your man Bryan will carry"
We'll" said the Bryanitc pointing to Ne
braska, IL think he'll carry his own STATE"
can't carry his own ward; he can't carry his
own election district: he can't carry his own
town; he can't carry his own county; he cant
carry his own family"
there was a Popuiist victory in Sebraska."
A big. fat man smashed through ono of the
swinging doors in time to hear the last a four words
why, We'll lick that young man so far he'll
never be able to remember no was running"
ia n
Like Nike there, was" shouted the, new
never have got that i that snenking Rosewater.
man for his State. hadn't boltcd Tom Majors"
Il didn't mean two years ago meant four
years" said the Bryan man ca
carried that State by $4,000"
Bryan N an. beginning to get a little stirred up.
Now. I'm statistician. That's my business.
You take the percentage eight years ago and the
SepGe1n,ags sixteen ~, yeaGs ar hFo and If 1t shows
Of
don't know what the figures are, but the per-
"Pl bet you ten to one you don't know what
you re talking about"
This was from a man who had stopped in
the other. just long enough to get percentages
mixed up with figures. The stamp clerk leaned
back in his chair and grinned and the gold bugs
swarmed about the Bryan dog. a tall. well-set-
up man strode up to the stamp window. bought
a lot of stamps, and began to smack them on a
lot OF addressed envelopes. Out OF the corner of
his eye he caught sight OF the silver dog still
Whats that" he exclaimed. as he thumped
another envelope. "A Bryan dog Say. I've just
tSers aSd III BE-, sSo that Nc Mcki"ey car Sa.
ries Brooklyn by 100000"
but You take the percentages" the statisti-
Percentages be damned" calculated the tall
man. I'm business man. and you can't find
nj /
suppose you think he'll carry this town."
side sdss ef the crowd. "i'll bet $50 he don't
Bet you 500 he don't carry New York"
Bet you ten to nve no don't get 10 ,000."
Bet you Mckinley gets gets 400
Ret yom-"
"rll bet"
,",Whoop" shouted the outside man. we'll
Bets don't mean anything" the Bryan man
managed to get In, when those who wanted to
bet quieted down bit. Now you take the
stretched far enough out over tho shoulders OF
the crowd to be able to see the silver dog that
Bet you $50 your Postmaster don't vote for
You take the percentage" pursued tho
owner of the silver dog.
"Sav." demanded u red-faced man with a red
necktie. addressing the statistician. you're
Just the man want. You think Bryan will
carry this town. What percentage OF the Tam
many vote is labor vote ?"
- should say 80 per cent"
"WhRt percentage is business vote"
VERY small"
"Pll bet" started an outsider.
Hold on" exclaimed the red faced man. II
want this figure man to tell me something.
Now. what"to the statistician again, "is tho
largest vote Tammany ever polled p
A man came in just in time TO hear Tam
many" and jumped into the row at once.
I've lived in Brooklyn thirty years." he de-
clared "And paid taxes there every year. I've
been the rankest Tammany man you ever saw.
but I'm going TO vote for Mckinley, and go help
me God It's the first Republican vote in my life."
"Tammany VOTE" shouted man so far out
of the crowd that those near the window couldn't
see him. " there aint no Tammany vote Tam
many's gone to hell"
Every man M in Y my y block, put in the Brook
But the statistics---" the Bryan statistician
tried again. 1t was a feeble effort. however. and
didn't succeed. When THE SUN man. who had
stopped to see the fun. came away the little
hal GRIy h,