The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-06-08
president LovENsTEIN BACK.
All Had Good Time at the T. p. A.
Convention in Nashville.

Convention in Nashville.
President Joseph Lovenstein Of Post A,
T. P. A., who represented his post at the
national convention Of the T. 2. A. held
in Nashville, has returned to the city. The
convention was one OF the most interesting
and most profitable ever held. he said He
spoke very highly Of the entertainment
accorded the delegates while in Nashville.
one Of the most interesting features Of
the convention was the speech Of Coy.
Taylor 10 the travelling men which Pres
ideut LoVenstein says all travelling men
should read. The speech is characteristic
Of the governor. He said:
Gentlemen of the Travellers Protective
Association; In the name Of the whole
state of Tennessee, in the name Of every
man, woman and child in it, 4 welcome
you to-day with all the cordially contain
ed in the one word, welcome. You arc
travelling men, but you have never trav-
eled over a land where welcomes grew
more luxuriantly than in the beautiful
land we call Tennessee. You have seen
much OF the world, but you have never be-
held a spot where you were more welcome
than the capital city Of Tennessee where
every heart throb is a welcome TO your
coming, and where every breath viii be a
sigh of sorrow when you leave US.
If welcomes were flowers, I would give
every travelling man in America an arm
ful of American Beauties. / would pin on
every lapel a cape jessamine and Nash
vile would be a wilderness Of roses to-
day.
II human hearts were banquet halls. l
would welcome every travelling man to
mine. ] would banquet them on milk and
honey the milk of human kindness and
the honey of human happiness, and they
should drink deep of the wine of brotherly
love. II my heart strings were harp
strings. / would make the music for the
travelling men which the angels made for
the first happy pair in the Paradise Of long
ago. If my words could be coined into sill
yer and gold l would give every travelling
man $1,000 year at the ratio of il to J.
The travelling men are the advertising
agents of all the goods and wares Of man
kind. They are the advance guard of Gen
eral Prosperity but / fear they are now
temporarily cut off from the main column
by the forces OF General Hard Times.
The world does not appreciate the tray
cling men. They are the very life-blood of
our civilization; they are political econo-
mists; they are politicians; they are diplo-
mats; they are expert accountants; they
are lawyers; they are working men.
The travelling man can labor all day with
his hands and his head, and then put on
the swallOw-tail and patent feathers in the
evening, and with his song and sweet con-
verse charm the most refined circles Of
fashionable society. He is the thermome-
ter and barometer of nations When pros
perity follows in his wake, the nations
are prosperous; when hard times drives
him home, it is sure sign Of poverty
among the masses.
l love the drummer for his versatility; l
love him for the sacrifices he has made,
and for the happiness he has given to the
world The women love the drummer, not
only because he is brave and gallant and
genial, but because he Is as graceful in
Overalls as in the swallow tail; and, above
all, they love him for the happy homes he
has made.
Distance lends enchantment to the view
and, therefore, the wises and sweethearts
Of the drummers are constantly enchanted
BY their husbands and their beaux.
l once heard of a drummer who con-
tracted the habit Of coming home as drunk
as sOrd. and when his weeping wife one
evening asked him through her tears why
thus he came continually intoxicated he
looked at her affectionately and replied:
My darling, you are so sweet and pretty
] naturally love to look at you double"
But be il said, to the honor of the craft
that there rs less drunkenness among
those who carry the grip than In any 9TH
er profession under the sun, except the
preachers. II were young lady ! would
marry a drummer, not only because he
moves the world with his snap and grip
ana push, but because he Is the sweetest
thing on Gods footstool
IL were a sculptor would chisel from
the marble my ideal of a man / would
make II a figure OF a drummer with his
grip. If were a painter l would paint a
picture of Jacobs ladder, and upon its
golden rungs / would paint the angelic
form of drummers ascending, with the
best line Of harps on the market, to sell
20 the Inhabitants of the celestial world
God bless the drummers. They are the
personifcation of Christian endeavor, and
all they need is pink tights and gauze
wings to make them equal to the cherublm
and seraphim, and who can imagine Wis
ion more sublime than innumerable drum
mers flying In the air with their grin
sacks In their hands, diving and snorting
among the clouds like porpoises in mid
ocean.
But Fat'.' III
The drummer wears no golden wings;
Round this merry world he swings,
Sweetly laughs and softly sings,
Sells his goods and wares and things.
He don't wear no wings Of flame,
But he gets there all the same;
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