El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1900-07-03
M. H. WEBB. Druggist.

M. H. WEE
CONVENTION FUN
How the india napolis News Man
Viewed the philadelphia,
Meeting.
Texas contributed nearly all the fun
to the convention. The Texans as .
rule are tall men, with good lungs and
deeply rooted convictions. When
crowd gathered around q tall men
that Texas politics was on tap.
Hettie Green's son is an enormous
man, both In height and weight, and
il marked figure wherever he goes.
An Arizona man, seeing him in the
lobby of the Walton, asked who he
was: Upon being told, he said,
qusintly:
He will be comfort to HE mother
when he grows up"
"Bill" Love, q delegate from Texas,
will be careful next time to remember
what he 3 going to say before he makes
tested seats. Love Is an old soldier.
was wounded in the face in battle, and
has a fine ranch in Texas. He wac In
the middle of HE burst of eloquence:
II was en- old soldier" eaid ''Bil,"
land was wounded in fighting my
country's battles, but did not ask for
pension and never will. II -er-I
wounded? 1 was wounded in the
jaw
'Just flesh wound?" suggested an
anti-Green man, and then every one
laughed.
James Ashton, of Tacoms, banker
lucky and plainly dressed citizen that
his wealth is unsupported. he was in
troduced to q delegate from Mississippi
Eyes, sab, said the Southerner, throw
ing out his chest, 'I'm one of the bust
ness men in our section OF the State,
sab. own six hundred acres of the
best bottom land in Mississippi, sab,
and I raise my full share OF cattle, hogs
and-and hell, sab. May ask you, Mr.
Ashton, what your business is, sah?"
"Oh, I'm something of farmer myself"
said Ashton. ''And where might your
piece be, sah?" asked the Southern man
patronizingly. "Well," said Ashton,
grinning, tive got about forty thou
sand acres in Washington and about
thirty-five thousand acres in North
Dakota, covering about seven counties
altogether" The Southerner's jaw
dropped In establishment. he chewed
of the end of his cigar, spat out, flush.
ed. and then stammered: "Gawd bless
me, Mr.. Ashton, you don't look it,
Say, Mr.. Ashton, bein' as you are
farmer, how'd you like to buy about
six hundred acres of good Mississippi
bottom lands to build a small chicken
coop on?'
"You never knew how Tom Bradley
got that medal of honor he wears, did
you?" demanded Col. Joseph Dickey,
shipping commissioner of New York
he referred to the Hon. Thomas W.
Bradley, one of the delegates from
Chairman Odell's Orange county dis
trict and he went on:
Bradley was ouly seventeen years
old at the time of the battle of Chan
cellorsville, and he was there. His
regiment was holding a position 'front.'
Ing on an open. which was covered by
sharpshooters, and the men were run
ming pretty shy of ammunition Right
in the middle of this open were about
a dozen dead mules, loaded with am
munitiop. The colonel of the regiment
and some of the captains talked the
matter over, and tried to figure out
some plan by which they could get
some of this mmunition. Tom Brad
ley says:
Colonel, do you want that amuuni-
ton? II you do, 1 will 60 and get it,"
"The colonel looked 1t him and said:
"Why, wouldn't order any man to
go out there. He would be killed sure.
But IL you would like to try to get 1t,
we would be almighty pleased to have
it,
"Tom started OF. He crawled
through the grass and got over to one
of the mules. he cut loose Q box
OF cartridges that weighed eighty
pounds. and he got his arms around
that and stood up, when they began to
pop at him. Well, no just walked
backward right across that open
shelter, and he never was touched,
The boys gathered around, and said:
"'Why the devil didn't you run. You
seem to like that landscape there. What
did you back In for?'
"And Tom said:
"'Say, colonel, just for the sake of
some friends ~ home, 1 kinder figured
that I was going to be shot, and pre-