The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1897-09-10
HOBART, JR.," REIGNS.
Vice-Frosidont's Small Lut Enter
prising Son Captivates Guests.
The Rest Are Not ain It"-Favorife
Amusements Arc Tennis, Golf
and PhotOgraphy-Thc Navy
Portfolio His Ambition.
Copyright, 1897

The beau OF the Hotel Champla1n,
where President Mckinley is spending
lis vacation, is easily bigger social
lion than any one of the bellies. jealousy
gnaws at the hearts of these bellies.
They say mean things, and look meaner
things out of the corners of their eyes.
But the beau has no rivals, male or fe
male. His sway over all of the guests of
the hotel is undsputed.
Every body likes to talk with him. He
is always the center of a bevy when in
the hotel corridors. In city directories
and on the hotel register this beau is
known as Master Hobart, son of the
vice president of the United States. The
guests know him as Hobart, Jr." That
is the name that his doting father likes
best-which would not have much
weight if his son did not agree with
him.
Hobart, Jr." is just 10 years old.
He is away from his tutors in the sum-
uner, and is out for a good time, with
six cameras, a bicycle, his golf clubs, d
horse, and a father and mother who
cant say "No!" to him.
His face is picture of Hobart, Sr.'s.
1t has the same retrousse nose, the same
twinkling eyes, the same good-humored
mouth and the same broad forehead.
But Hobart. Jr., has a great deal of eat
ing to do before he will be as big as his
father, who, now that he outweighs
Speaker Reed is looking for more fields
to conquer. Hobart, Jr." is exceed
ingly small for his age. His frainess
ard his ill-health have caused the vice
president and his wife great deal of
worry. IF we can only get him on a
little further, all right" Hobart, Sr..
says, "he will soon be candidate for
football team. l was frail when was
young myself. I'm not very frail now,
as you may have observed, and l think
it likely that my son will take after me-"
Hobart, Jr.." may bike" and golf
and play tennis; he may eat ravenously,
and still his cheeks are as free from
tan as girls, and he does not gain
flesh. He likes tennis better than golf
because it is more exciting. About
80 or 40 people offer to play tennis with
him every day. He is such an accom-
nrodating little fellow that he would
like to play with them all; but as he
can't he puts them off with a Hobart
smile" (which makes 'em feel good
rs the hotel bell boys say. Anybody
who tries to baby" him in the game
gets called down at once.
why, am playing just as well as l
know how" said Secretary Ayers son.
Russ" the other day.
Il beg your pardon, but l watched
you when you were playing with some
body as big as yourself yesterday" was
Hobart, Jr.'s, reply.
Son Russ" is also pretty popular at
the hotel, but he is too big for the
young women to put their arms about
him as they do around Hobart, Jr."
That does not detract from the fact that
Hobart, Jr.," allowed young woman
70 beat him at tennis the other day,
just to encourage her.
Hobart, IT," is polite and debonair,
and democratic besides. The bell boys
like him as well as the bellies who are
after boys. He bears his honors with
all the ease of his father. When his
family first arrived at the hotel, Mr.
and Mrs. Hobart went off to Burling-
ton with the presidential party, so that
Hobart, Jr.," got the sole benefit of the
mountain of roses which had been
stacked on the vice presidents table in
the dining-room. There, eating his din
ner in high state with all the dignity of
a Lord Chamberlain, sat Hobart, Jr.."
looking no larger than a spoonholder.
q nd wit n a SsJIpl,or+ t1oS ha cd Io
waiter to keep the roses nice and fresh
until his papa and mamma could see
them. Hobart, Jr.," says the waiter is
brick" and the waiter thinks "IIo-
bart, Jr.," is another.
Mr.. Mckinley is fond of Hobart, Jr.,"
who speaks up to the president of the
United States with the same candid and |
polite directness that he does to any |
body else.
What office would you have, my
boy?" the president asked him the other |
day.
I'm not old enough for an Office yet. |
Mr.. President, but when I am would |
ike to be secretary of the navy, l |
think" Hobart, Jr., replied.
The IIobarts are among old friends at |
the Hotel Champaign. Long before Mr.. |
Hobart became vice president he was |
known as one of the best story tellers |
who ever visited the hotel.
There is good reason to believe that |
Hobart, Jr.," does not like the com
pany of the young women as well as
that of the men; but he is too polite to |
show his real feelings by look or word. |
If his face isn't tanned it isn't because |
he doesn't want it to be. He envies the |
tan of the farmer boys in the neighbor-
hood. He wants to be known as dash |
ing all-round athlete-a bicyclist, ten
mis- player, and camera tiend.
His tutor is good enough fellow, he
says, but he doesn't know but he would |
have more fun if he went to school like
other boys. When the reporter asked
him to pose on the hotel piazza for
picture his eyes twinlled, he gave the
Hobart smile" full play and said:
Yes. That would be good fun. I'd
like to-"
Then he warned the reporter to keep
the camera level and not to let the sun
light get into the lens. THAT was the
trouble with most of my pictures at the
start" he added. Papa and mamma
and l laughed a lot over them. But I'm
pretty good at it now"
There is no record at the hotel of "Ho-
bart, Jr.," having ever been "cross."
His train of admirers-all the guests
say he does not know how to be.