Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1902-10-21


Speaking of politics said the Glib
son Girl, reminds me of the time got
lost in the fog
Politics are rather foggy," put in
the Frivolous One.
The g bson Girl looked at her sternly
THAT is not the way got mixed, she
said loftily.
81 went to hear Senator Beverage.
and the meeting was in tent Of
course we girls became ardent support
ers of Mr. Beyeridge, for you know he
is awfully good looking, and we deter
mined then and there to 90 e the
depot, when the speech WIS over, and
see him off.
So we hurried out, but behold we
found ourselves in the midst of the
thickest, coolest fog outside of London.
Everything had vanished-tent, trees,
houses, and even the people melted
away like magic, and we seemed to be
alone in a strange world.
We started off briskly, however, by a
short cut we knew. or thought we
knew; then all at once we were lost
We stopped and tried to get our bear
ings and each one of us declared we
were on different streets. We were
ashamed to ask any one, and besides
there wasn't any Que to ask. Finally
we decided to walk until we came to
something familiar, and were just start
ing when we heard the sound of rap
idly driven carriage, "Othat must be
Senator Beverage" we cried, and
stood excitedly by the side of the road.
Let's follow it, was the next thought
and SO as the carriage came up, we
turned ard ran behind it as fast as
Impractical, skirted, mortals might |
often have to laugh when | think of'the
ridiculous figures we must have been,
and of what Mr. Beveridge would have
thought had he known he was being
followed by three such eryie looking
creatures
But the carriage soon reached the
station and we really did see him off,
and then found our way home without
mishap" well" said the Demure
Girl, had political experience once
myself. 1t was in Chicago, and Bryan
spoke one afternoon over on the Lake
Front had been shopping aud had
several small bundles to carry but
thought I'd just stroll over for few
minutes | did so, and at once got into
the most awful crowd, and it was cold,
nd Bryan didn't come for a long time,
and kept dropping my bundles, and a
horrid, red-headed man tried to
hug me, and / couldn't get out
of the crowd. When l did get
home | found my bran new eye
glasses crushed, a big dirt spot on my
waist and some silk / had bought,
cracked down the center from being
doubled over And all | saw of the
Great Talker was the top of his bald
hood nd oil on.,l1 haa1. him, oavr q
our friends in wofully husky voice
81 went to hear Altgeld once" said the
Blase Girl, in Black, but he had whisk.
ers or something of that sort, so didn't
stay. ! heard afterwards that his
speech was good, though"
THAT makes me think of the other
evening when Bart Williams was speak
ing, said the Frivolous One" there
was quite "A crowd around the door, and
some yonng ladies pushed their way
through aud made strenuous efforts 10
see the speaker Finally one Of them
succeeded and she whispered back to
her companion, He's pretty, come on
in"
The tramps ought to raise monu-
meut to that Chicago doctor who de=
clared that it was not good to battle in
winter.
A Kansas girl visiting in this locality
was much interested in the lumber in
dustry. But do tell me, she said, one
day, what they soak the logs in the river
fory' PILGRIM.
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