Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-11-03
JoBsoN HEKs POLITICS

SSS iTH\S Vii Nv
eff there's any Jnse particular thing tina,
makes me ache" remarked Mr.. Jobson tc
Mrs. Jobson after dinner the other even.
Ing, Its this hotTheadedness and violence
in political discussions. You can't go any.
where down town nawadays without hear
ing otherwise sane Fellows bawling at each
other at the top-of-their lungs over the
issues OF the campaign
WELL" put In Mrs. Jobson, politics
has such direct effect upon the people
OF Washington. suppose, that
Thats all right about the direct effect, "
interrupted Mr.. Jobson, 'but as long as
we're not allowed to vote in the District
OF Columbia what's the use Of these fell
lows snorting and tearing around and
growing and bowling and getting mad
al alamo, ana sore one each other when they get to
But, replied Mrs. Jobson refiectively,
don you remember that during the last
e eanpa3gn M, you yourself used to get quite
question with some Of the men neighbors
who'd drop in, and
NO. madam, snappily replied Mr.. job
son; don't remember anything Of the
sort, and you don't, either, nor anybody
else. I never got heated over a political dis
cussion In my life. I've always been will
ing to let the other fellow do that if he
e eies =; TO make such jay Of himself. Poll
tics is nothing to me, one way or the other,
except that: of course. like to see my man
But" interposed Mrs. Jobson, 81 was
street became so angry at each other over
me reiatlve personal merits of Mr.. Nc
klndiy and Mr.. Bryan, and you know you
ana MT. kaystreet haven't even bowed to
and" AVA N 'A -
kaystreet's pinhead, that's ALL" broke
IN Mr. Jobson. flushing. Hes an intellec-
a auad naugnt multiplied by zero. and the
around with him ought to make him hump
BACKED. we weren't talking politics on
n ina. coca anyhow. We We're talking
Well interjected Mrs. Jobson. ct may
oe mistaken, of course, but 1 really was
under the impression that your argument
arose oyer the two presidential candidates,
CO.., You pet you were mistaken, Mrs job
S3a-you re always mistaken broke in
MI MI Jo 1,s However, that's not the
bber' Oh me point Is that it's annoying to
near chaos mat are as talkative as clans
as general thing saving the air and
shrieklng at each other whenever they han
t pes 70 Ia aisagree on little matter of poll
calm, level-headed, dispa ssionate and iIIu-
nlnatlve way If the two parties to the
conversation possess the proper sort of tenn
Just then the door bell rang and Mrs
Jobson let in Mr.. Upblock, a neiehhor and
iI OF the Jobsons Of many years stand
Just fell in to have a quiet smoke old
man. said Mr.. Upblock to Mr. Jnhson o %,
ter the greeting. my wife's cleaning house
ana the plants turned upside down and
smeiIs OF paint enough to knock YOU down
down there" ' 'oo"'co
Glad you came" said Mr. Jobson. cor
p py Here' try one O. these cigars-new
s Iran ana good one. Well, old man, how
now?" s'iihe you
Mrs. Jobson gave a little gasp. Then she
asked TO be excused for a moment and
went upstairs: Mrs.Jobson has been Mrs.
JoDson for quite a long period of time
She leaned on the ran at the head Of tho
stairs and listened. III - 'Ao
Well Replied Mr. Upblock, at sure
does look to me like a copper-riveted cinch
Tor Bill at this writne.'
Which Bill?" inquired Mr. Jobson
MI. Upblock named the particular candi-
GATE he was rodring for, and then there
was pause. Mrs. Jobson, from her posi-
ton at the head of the stairs. felt that
plectic ser II ~ "p'
The explosion followed, as per schedule.
Mr. Jobson began by expressing his firm
convection &c that If Mr.; 'gpbIock really chung
TO any such 1mbeeile belief as he had given
voice to. then Mr.. lubbock must be a
mental gnat, and nothing else on earth or
IN the waters beneath the earth Mr. Up-
block-as Mrs Jobson heard-didn't know
about that SO much, and there was a GER
tain timbre in his tone that indicated his
rising wrath. Well, Mr.. Jobson knew. ali
right He knew; 1t for a certainty Mt.
Upblock, In voice iIthat began to gurple.
begged Mr.. Jobson to remember that he.
Mr.. Jobson. wasn't the whole works and
that there were others. -
"Others!" shouted Mr.. Jobson Yes.
you bet there are others. The country's
just full of tadpoles that don't know. a DO
II was as prejudiced as you are Mr.. Up
block. I'd go and sell myself for a Iath!
That's what you area lathi Coming
around here and trying to poke 1t into me
that" s8- SO
You're nothing but crazy man, that's
what you are!' shouted Upblock breaking
in. "All that you know about the aues-
tons of the day could be stuffed into a
dolls sachet bag, and"
Get out of my house"' howled Mr.. Job
son.
You bet will. and be blooming. glad to
break out of such a lunatic's cagew re-
torted Mr.. Upblock.
,"And il you don't send me back that
lawn mower within twenty minutes, I'll
get out a warrant for your arrest, and"
You bet I'll send II back, and what's
time I've used it, and"
Then the front door banged and Mrs
JobSon descended the stairs.
Look a-here," demanded Mr. Jobson,
whose face was purple, will you be good
enough to explain what you meant by in
v!ting that squash headed drooler to come
over here and try to bullyrag me in my
own house?"
Longevity of Various Race.