The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1903-11-08
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can understand and sing without feelin'
foolish. There amt nobody but Mr..
Foulke can write stuff like that"
The elevator man became so interested
In describing the merits OF the anthem
that he took the visitor to the top floor
by mistake and had to be punched in the
passenger out and shut the door for the
down trip, he was so busy with the thir-
teenth stanza that he appeared in danger
OF bringing up with a bump at the
basement
The visitor was considerably Interested
and whole lot amused by this time and
thought 1t possible that Secretary Doyle
could settle the authorship of the anthem.
Mr.. Doyle is an austere individual Of some
forty odd winters, who has a severely
aquifine nose, firm mouth and a firm
er jaw, and who is partial to somber-
hued raiment of a clerical cut. In the
language of an Irish applicant for gov
eminent position who, at a recent exami-
| nation before the commission, read the
thirteenth amendment to the Constitu-
tion from page of the postal laws and
regulations, and was somewhat hastily
rejected in consequence, MIR. Doyle Is q
coWld, ha-r-rd man."
Consequently the visitor gasped with
surprise when, on entering the secretary,s
private Office he found Mr.. Doyle with
an expression OF intense enjoyment on
his aristocratic countenance, beating time
with ruler on his polished desk top and
singing. in a voice grown trif1e rusty
from disuse:
We may ooyb 90 WO WIN NoJ W
To show what pupil isn't worth,
That at some future date, just when we
won't state,
We will rule DER classified earth
When every one here, on this eligible
Will greet US with outstretched hand.
Oh. we're getting them all, they come at
our call,
And And were right up behind the band.
When Mr.. Doyle perceived his aston
ished visitor, he blushed like school
girl, cleared mis- throat with an official
rasp. frowned severely and began to muss
up some paper on his desk.
GOOD morning" he said, with re-
markable access of dignity. What can I
do for you this morning, sir?"
you might tell me the name of the au-
thor of that popular ditty" answered the
Mr.. Doyle mussed up some more pa
pers.
information" he said. "a copy OF that
er-some what frivolous composition. was
left on my desk the other day and vas
ma-er-.merely enjoying-I should say tri-
fling in moment of relaxation"
tOh," said the visitor. Then you can
give. me your copy? / should like to have
one"
the secretary. his dignity well in hand.
'.but the fact Is, I-er-have promised the
only one | have to-er-a friend"
The visitor decided he would have to go
of the Song of the c. S. c." and on his
way down the hall stopped to pass the
time of day with Commissioner Greene.
who succeeded Mr.. Foulke. Mr.. Greene
is rotund and good natured. and on this
particular occasion he was standing at tho
window, drumming with his finger tips
on the pane, and singing merrily:
When we rule every job on the classified
earth,
Wen turn our attention to Mars.
And when there's dearth OF classified
worth
Well examine the classified stars.
We're here with our lists and were here
with the jobs.
And we trust you will understand
That we're getting them all, the great
and the small.
And are right up behind the band.
"Mr Commissioner" said the visitor. In
desperation, Everybody in the building Is
singing that internal song and l want
copy of 1t. Have you one to spare?
"Why OF course" said Mr.. Greene,
pulling open-a drawer of the desk former
~ occupied by Commissioners Foulke:
Here are half q dozen. Help yourself"
The visitor took two neatly typewriter
copies of the Song OF the c. 8. c., and
remarked earnestly:
s'Mr. Commissioner. / wish you would
tell me who wrote this song"
The commissioner smiled Wide smile,
stuck his hands In his pockets and closed
his left eye for a brief space.
I'm blessed II ] know" he remarked
cheerfully.