The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1900-02-01
Our George
Attends the Thirty.Seventh Annual Meeting
of the Maine Press Association.

State of Maine. There is more hustle,
more slippery streets, more rnm-pus and
more noise than in any other two towns
in the State. And this house, this old
Bangor House, is great institution, too.
1t is like Keiths theatre, there is some
thing going on all the time, continuous
performance. Do you know that this
man Chapman, who runs the house, is also
quite an institution. He never learned
how to run a hotel. He always knew
how; he didn't have to learn, and he has
built up the house and given it such
reputation that it is full all the time. He
has practically given up the management
of it, however, and turned it over to the
"boys'-so he says. About all he does
now, is to do the buying, the chamber
work, build the fires, get in the coal, saw
the wood, greet the coming and smile on
the parting guest, run the dining room
and have general supervision over the
whole thing. You see by this arrange
ment he gets rid of all care and RESPONSE
bility and is enjoying a we'll earned rest.
He is the first man up in the morning as
he is curious to know what the weather is
going to be, and he is the last man abed,
as he says too much sleep makes man
dull and lazy. In case he should get mad
and throw up his job let me say that the
''boys'' are competent to keep the ma
chine running; in fact it would run itself
l think, till new proprietor learned how.
If any one thinks that Horace took me
into the little room under the stairs and
''fixed'' me so l would pay this little
tribute to his worth he wrongs me, for it
came from my pen just as spontaneous as
does the delicate fragrance of the fried
onion escape through the open door.
There were goodly humble Of the as
sociation at the meeting, but many of the
old timers were absent. We missed the
| Portland contingent and many Others from
different parts of the State, but there
were enough of the old stand bys present
so that we knew We had not made a
mistake and got into Salvation Army
Convention The Bangor fraternity were
very cordial, and did everything possible
| for our comfort and pleasure. We had
the Board of Trade room at our disposal;
were invited to ride about the city. The
streets were all creased for us, so we
! could slide around without the trouble of
walking; in fact they even took off the
lo1o cl; do
l know from personal experience, for my
heels flew out from under me way up
| Hammond ST. and when the policeman
| ended me up and asked me what my name
was, and what l was doing, 1 was down
in the square on Main street. Thursday, in
the early evening Il presume for our en-
tertainmen) they tried to enact portion
of the ''Creation," where it says, land
darkness covered the face of the earth,''
Suddenly and without warning the electric
lights all went out and it was dark for
fact. But when they attempted the next
scene, when the general manager says 'let
there be light it was dismal failure.
You may try and imagine what it means
to have the Bangor House in Cimmerian
gloom for fifteen minutes. I don't know
exactly what Cimmerian gloom looks
like, but it is something that is almighty
dark. After little time that grand illu-
minator, the tallow candle, shed it's
beams over the hotel, until arrangements
were made to light the gas, which for
some reason was abed aud asleep at the
time But wasn't it dark? The electrcs
went out, the lamps went out, the gas
went ont, and just at that instant heard
one man say to another, suppose we
take something" and they both went out,
too. Through the courtesy of Mr.. E.
H. kelley-who is Belfast Boy by the
| way-some of our party were invited into
the fine rooms of the Madocawando
club" The club has very pleasant quar-
tiers on Main st. and a membership of ITO,
of the younger business men of Bangor.
Iasked Kelley how it happened when there
were some forty thousand words in our
language, that the club captured such a
little word as Madocawando for its name.
He said that Madocawando was an old
Indian Chief, whose daughter was said to
have married the Baron de Castine. Well,
if I were a girl, and my name was Miss
| Madocawando, and Baron de Castine or
any other man gave me chance to swap
off my name, he could have his answer
while he waits. | told Kelley that if the
club wanted little easy Indian name, in
exchange for theirs, that thought could
let them have Passagassawakeag till they
could raise litter from it. Kelley, by the
by, is managing editor of the Commercial
and is a very bright, young newspaper
man
had a sad, and may say an almost IN
heard of experience while here. l was
introduced to a gentleman in the Bangor
House, who on hearing my name said,
"Quimby, did you say? You are not Our
George?' l modestly gave him to un-
derstand that l was that distinguished in
dividual ''No, No." he said, ''that
can't be. You re deadr' "You don't
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