The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-04-20
81 suppose George and Ananias are

says that Ananias poses as the cham
pion falsiticr Of the ages when, as IA
matter of fact, that little cherry tree
incident which he worked in on Pos
tcrity. completely o,crshadows any
thing Ananias ever did
Nap, | suppose all this val talk
stirs the blood Of you fellows who
have seen hard service
Yes. that's true: was talking in
reminiscent vein to old Tccumsch
Sherman the other day. He said the
warmcst episode in his experience was
when he burnt Columbia. Then |
told him about that little episode in
my career when ] burnt the wind from
Moscow witlrthn cossacks and other
woltish specimens of inhumanity in
my wake
BY the way, Nap. didn't you make
one Of your famous short, tcrsc speech
IS on that occasion which history has
ncglcctc,i?
Yes. and it was one Of the best
speeches ! y made, too
Tell Us about it, Nap
We'll, when we arri,cd 1T Moscow
the town was deserted: everybody had
vamooscd and not Il morScl Of food
could we find. 1t was tough. My
soldiers were discouraged and /! knew
| had to rely on my power as q mill
tary genius to get them back to
France. 1t was then that | rose to
the occasion and made one Of the best
speeches Of my life. Comrades, |
cried, this is Moscow, drcary and de-
serted, the home Of the bat and the
play ground Of the chinch; far away
over yondcr, where the blue haze firts
with the horizon and little stars
cry for their Mars, lies Sunny France.
Comrades, grid up your loins and
right about face for we Mos COW back
to France"
And you went back, did you no:?'
Yes, but oh! what Il welcome [ did
get! When l left Paris for Moscow
the bands played Hail to the Chief,
but when | returned they played he'll
to the chief and-well-hcre l am
We'll, Nap, you did play in hard
luck. But tell me, is Shakespeare
within call just now?'
'.Ycs.'
Tell him to come to the phone"
"Hcllo.'
Hello, is that you S~nakcy?"
Mortal. man, why dost thou thus
speak to NE thusly? TO onverse with
thee would uct dcign, SO hold thy
peace, hang up the phone, for l return
at once to finish a game of craps
which your impertincnt so
rudcly interrupted
"All right, Billy, but before you cx-
int yourself call Satan to the phone
again, will your
Hello
Hello, Satan, pardon Inc for inter
rupting you again,-but tell mc-arc
there any recent arrivals worthy Of
mcntion?'
Yes, lconoclast Brann came down
the other day
Indeed, and what do you think Of
him.
"Oh, he's hot number, his temper
allure is something phenomenal. You
ought to have seen him the other day
when he met DR.. Samuel johnson.
Both of them you know arc prone to
scsquipcdality. They got to talking
about the present war excitement,
johnson vas for peace; Brann argued
gunpowder and plenty Of it. johnson
iinaiy lost patience and told Brann he
didn't have sense enough to count
wiggle tails in SPANS rain barrel.
Whereas Brann rctorted that. j Johnson
was nothing but a scorbutic tuberclo
on the scroll of fame and deserved to
be kicked into the vast infnitude of
ncscience. Just at this juncture, how
ever, Boswell interviewed and a red-hot
scrimmage was fortunately averted.'
"Wcll, Satan, I must bid you good
bye | am under many obligations to
you for the privilege of this interview.
Give my regards t o Mrs. Satan and
the kids
Most assurcdly I will, and the
next time you SO" hat promising boy
of mine. Ben Tillman, just tell him
that you saw me. Bless his incor-
rnptiblc soul, he grows moro like his
dad every day
".All right. Satan: ia ta.'
Good bye
Ting,a-ling.
j. y. SULLIVAN.
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