The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1901-05-27
TULLY SCOTT STORY.
Sixth District Politician Resented
Smashing Implication.


"A good story. that has been hermeti-
cally. sealed in the memory of several
different persons for some time, is now
being told on Tully Scott, the Democratic
wheelhorse of the Sixth district who
practices law up at Oberlin.
Scott is a prominent member of the
Knights of Pythias order and holds an
Office on the grand lodge finance COM
mittee. Scott is the only man from
Kansas who is connected with the grand
lodge committee. A few weeks ago the
finance committee met at the headquar-
ters of the order in Nashville Scott was
there. After the business was disposed
of the members of the committee, and
other officers of the lodge, were invited
to a banquet at the invitation of the
president of a large publishing firm in
Nashville which prints a good many
reams of paper every year for the K.
P's.
The banquet was served at one of the
principal hotels and was a very swell
affair. The menu was served in several
courses When it came the proper time
to serve the wine the walters We're busy
serving everyone but Scott. They as
siduously avoided him The slight had
it's effect and Scott was decidedly angry
but controlled his temper and said moth
ing but he was warm under the collar.
The rest were making quite merry and
paying no attention to the gentleman
from Kansas Scott was just about to
ask one of the walters to serve him when
dining room bearing a large tray high
above their heads. The banqueters saw
it. Scott saw it. All except Scott COM
Inenced loud, long applause The wait
ers bore the tray directly toward Scott
and finally deposited it on the table in
front Of him. The tray was decorated
with flowers and greenstuff but there
What Scott found on that tray was
large and much ruSted hatchet. He look
ed at it, The banqueters yelled, they
1~~f-.
Scott's face flushed. He was mad. He
did not relish the joke, the reference to
his being from the state where Mrs.
Nation smashed was not the joke to him
that it was to the others. He wanted
wine and what was more he did not like
to be the butt of a joke for a hundred
or more people at the same time. Scott
knew he had to do something and do
that quick He heard the laughter and
the applause ringing in his ears. He
saw the hatchet. old and rusted. He
understood the joke.
Scott looked up across the banquet ta-
BILE for a second He looked past the
heads of the banqueters opposite him
and saw on the wall of the banquet
room a large, heavy plate glass mirror.
Quick as a flash Scott grasped that old
rusty hatchet and hurled 1t with all the
force he possessed across the table, past
the heads Of the astonished banqueters
and straight for that plate glass mirror.
The banuueters had seen the man from
Kansas rise in his place and grasp the
weapon of the Home Defenders There
was a hush. All eyes were turned
toward Scott. The hatchet went straight
for its mark There was a crash In
stantly all eyes were turned toward the
mirror.
The hatchet was buried in the center
of the glass and the banqueters saw it
sticking there and quivering- The glass
was splintered in a thousand pieces.
Then the hundred pair of eyes, which
had been watching the flight Of the
hatchet and its sudden stop, were turned
toward Scott. He stood at his place, his
left hand on the banquet table, his body
leaning forward and his right hand in
the air in the position that it was when
the hatchet left it on its smashing expe-
dition. Scott stood there in the position
of an Indian tomahawk thrower. his