Mexico weekly ledger., 1898-08-25
How Grosvenor Fakes
Political Capital.
UNDELIVERED PACK OF LIES,
Struggled Into The Congress
sioual Record.
PEOPLE MUST FOOT THE BILLS.

to Place the Democratic Party In q
False Light - The General and His
waiskers In Europe.
Especial Washington letter.
General Grosvenor invades England
Goes for recreation pure and simple
He can find rest for the sole of his foot
neither in rural Ohio nor in metropoli-
tan Washington. The politicians poster
him SO! No politics in his trip-perish
the thought Wants to recruit his ener.
giesi No idea Of the Anglo-Amerioan
alliancel All Of which General Gros.
venor solemniy asseverates to a guile.
less reporter and which the reporter
gravely jots down for the delectation OF
the marines. A photograph Of that
reporter, with his tongue in his cheek
and a twinkle in his eye as the venera.
BILE general strokes his venerable beard
and pours that dulcet tale into his IN.
believing ear, would be q valuable sub.
ject for q comic papers double page
cartoon.
The idea of General Grosvenor going
anywhere or doing anything without
politics in it is the most incredible story
circulated since the stars fell. Politics
is his meat and drink, his serious pur.
suit and his cheerful recreation, his
vision by day and his dream by night.
Having been for some time a member
at large of every committee Of the house,
he now enters upon the novel role OF
supervisor of ambassadors, ministers
plenipotentiary and ENJOYS extraordi-
nary. If he doesn't put a flea big as a
bedtick into the ear Of Colonel John
Hay, our representative at st. James,
the general will sadly disappoint all his
admiring friends He can tell Hay just
how to arrange that blessed alliance be-
tween the British lion and his whelps.
It seems to me that these whelps are
rather aged. They must have been born
before Concord and Lexington and
Bunker Hill. It would appear, therefore,
that we are old enough to be counted
as lions. Perhaps Johnny Bull needs
their claws now as much as he fell
them once. Nous verrons, as the French
would say.
Fondling the British Lion.
The general will feel very much q,
home fondling the name of the British
lion and toying gently with his caudal
a~ppendage, experience q thrill Of kin.
ship, for he is somewhat of lion him
self, q thing of which I feel rather
proud, rs I dubbed him "the grim OLD
lion of Athens, " a title which stuck.
conferred that honorable appellatior
upon him-a sort Of backwoods knight.
hood-out of admiration for him when
he run a muck upon "Uncle" Joe Can.
non of Illinois, upon whom I also CON
ferred q title which stuck-namely,
"the dancing dervish of Danville."
Unjust be permitted to remain skep.
nonpolitical. It's too unnatural. If ]
were to see him at a prayer meeting, q
wedding or a funeral, I would suspect
that he carried concealed about his per.
son a political scheme.
As a mere matter of recreation, Just
to prevent his tongue from forgetting
its cunning, the general might give his
royal and imperial highness Albert Ed
ward a few pointers in divers subjects
and expound to him the delightful
method Of electing senators Of the Unit
ed States in Ohio.
It would be worth a journey acros.
the sea to witness the presentation Of
our venerable general to the venerable
widow Victoria Guelph, she appearing
with her golden crown upon her heaG
and he with his knickerbocker breeche!
upon his legs. That would be a spec
tacle for men and angels. If he will fol
low old Ben Franklin's far famed ex
ample when introduced to Marie An
toinette, take the fat and ponderous
queen of Great Britain and Ireland ant
empress Of India in his military ARM
and plant upon her royal lips a resound'
ing kiss, all will be forgiven. A paint
ing Of that scene by a skillful hand
would immortalize all concerned ani
rank in artistic interest with Dore'l
devils or Murillo's beggars. Freely cir
culated among the Buckeyes it might
land the general in the gubernatoria
chair Of Ohio, for which he pantetl
even as the hart panteth for the watei
brook. It is safe to say that Of all thu
| military mustaches which the queer
has kissed from her Uncle Cumberland
| down to the Prince Of Battenberg, sh'
has not encountered such lovely whis
kers as those of our good, gray general
In this regard Santa Claus is not
| marker to him. Indeed I know Of on1.
three persons on this mundane spher'
| who are-President Sanford B. Dole o
the late Hawaiian republic, and two o
my constituents, Valentine Tapley
| whose beard ia 9 feet Q inches long, ant
| Elijah Gates, whose whiskers measur,
~ feet. History presents only on
character, 30 far as my memory serve
me, fit to rival Grosvenor, Dole, Gate
and Tapley in hirsute wealth, and hi
name was Aaron. Let us fervently hop
that no ''entangling alliances" will ge
| twisted up in the generals whiskers.
SO, whatever others may think, I say
"Bon voyage. general. May stroni
l 100000 -oA e-v,ffly 30 fora:nv