The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1903-05-02
ROOSEVELT TABLE
His Chef Tells How Il Is
Furnished.
Has a Special FOndness for
Brown Bread.
HOW IT is MADE.
Gives State Journal Recipe for
Its Manufacture.
Reporter Mistaken for Anar-
chist on Train.

The reporter who indites these lines
was assigned to write anything he could
about Roosevelts visit which no one
else wanted to write. The following IS
a truthful account of his adventures:
When the special train had crawled
TO its stopping place in front Of the
Santa Fe depot the reporter CLIMBED
aboard the front vesubuie of a front
car, darted past half dozen gentlemen
in white caps and aprons. and down a
narrow passage way, where he found
himself confronted by strong smell or
beefsteak. In spite of the fact that II
was an hour past the reporters usual
dinner time. he bravely resisted the
temptation to order a plain one, wen
done, and pushed on into the enemy
country. He did not know how soon ne
would run into band OF bloodthlrsty
secret service men out anarchist hunt
ing and was anxious to see as much or
this white house on wheels as possible.
Closely pursued by the odor of beef
steak, he penetrated the passage and
entered what was evidently the food
dispcnsary of the presidential retainers.
Two cOlOred walters in snowy linen
eyed him with suspicion as he lnNen-
toried the cut glass and silverWare while
walking between two rows of attractive
looking tables. The only thing edible in
sight was toothpicks, and without wait
ing to sample them. the reporter
plunged through another passageway
and into the next car.
Here things looked like home. Every
thing was in confusion. The seats were
piled with all sorts of luggage. the floor
was Uttered with scraps of copy paper,
and piles of newspapers decorated the
secluded corners. There was type
writer table In almost every section and
the reporter recognized that he was in d
movable newspaper office; the head
quarters of the press gang" which sup
plies the world with news about the
presidents tour.
Only one man was in sight, and he
was hammering a typewriter for dear
life. The reporter approached this man,
and confessed his calling. Then there
was a touching scene, while the famous
correspondent of the New York Sun
warmed up to the Kansas man, ana
gave him the glad hand.
"I want to go through this train" said
the Kansas man. Would you kindly
tell me what chance 1 have of escaping
arrest and execution at the hands o.
the government sleuths2'
81 guess you can get through all
right" said the man whose STUFF is
read by millions. IF anybody stops
you, tell them to see DennisOn about it,
So the reporter went into the next car.
but there wasn't much to see there.
Just a long tunnel on one side of the
car, with doors on one side, like the cor
rlcOr of genitentary cell house
~ rough the doors could be seen
was evidently the slumbering depart
ment of the excursion.
IN THE HANDS OF THE LAW.
Eleven of these doors were passed in
safety, but at the twelfth business be.
gan to pick up, and at the thirteenth
things looked very squally. A ma.a
came out of each door. and the reporter
felt himself to be the object of a great
deal Of unnecessary attention. He over
heard soto mutterings
Who is that2"
Has he got messages 90
What's his business in here?v
II don't know.
eco after him."
stop him."
AT last. at last, 1t had come to the
worst The secret service men vera
upon him. Anyway the reporter re-
solved to sell his life as dearly as pos
sihle He backed up against the YES
tibule Of the car and cried out.
hih me if you must but spare my
But the sleuth-hounds did not appea,
% hear him. Maybe he did not say il
loud enough. One OF them grabbed
him by the arm. while the other an
peareq TO be looking over his clothes for
protuberances which might indicate the
presence of dynamite bombs