The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1903-02-08

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that l had with him while the special
train was coming East, for I was on
the train during the entire trip.
1T was after the Princes expert
ence in Chicago. where every man,
woman and child in sight seemed to
have a camera. and where the Prince
| literally had to make his way at all
times through a veritable lane of
| black boxed clicking instruments.
The Prince walked up to me and said:
How many times do you think that
| you've photographed me?"
" ON a rough guess. l should say 500,
I replied.
THE Prince pulled out a note book
and busted himself writing something
! for a few minutes. Then he turned to
| me and said. and there was much
| WEAKNESS in his voice:
Using your figures and my Chi
| cago experience as a starting point,
| I've hastily calculated that, since I've
! been in America, I've had $500, obs
| cameras pointed as me, with grand
| total Of somewhere between ten and fif-
! teen million photographs taken. And
| despite this fact you'll be insisting on
, photographing me at the next stopping
! place."
How Schwnb Was WayIaid.
The photographer chuckled.
! time got ahead of Charles NJ. Schwab
| 1t happened last summer.
Il was sent to Loretto, the little
! Pennsylvania mountain town where he
has built himself a magnificently APP
\ pointed country home. 1t was easy
enough to secure Mr.. Schwab's per-
mission to photograph his residence
ana, in fact, everything that belonged
to him in Loretto. except himself and
/ Mrs SphW9h He tErne Mt oh,
about 1t. but exceedingly firm in his
| refusal. In the hope of catching him
unawares, | loafed around the town for
a couple of days but he turned the ia
bles on me and left town for the East
one morning before I'd got up.
Before taking the stage for Cresson.
the nearest railroad station, six miles
away, 1 found out that Mr.. Schwab
| would return in a weeks time. Then
I went on to Pittsburg, where I had
| some work to do.
"On the day appointed for Mr..
Schwab's return to Loretto, / arrived
in Cresson, and, hiring a buggy, drove
along the stage road until / reached
the high hill just a mile beyond the viii
lagos limit. Here l hitched my horse
at the side of the road and seated my
self on the ten-foot embankment over
looking the hill at nearly it's summit 1t
was o'clock in the afternoon when
| took up my stand. and it was two hours
later when / beheld a splendidly accou-
tired pair of horses begin slowly to as
cend the hill. knew them for Schwabs
! because I'd seen the turnout before
and because no one else in that region
! has blooded horses. Slowly the horses
| came towards me and pretty soon I saw
who were in the trap-none other than
! Charles NJ. Schwab. himself handling
| the reirs, and Mrs. Schwab by his side.
! For some reason or other they didn't
see me until they were right under me,
and then it was too late to do anything
l smiled a | saw Mr.. Schwab throw up
shielding arm full ten seconds after
the camera had clicked. Then, as he
realized the futility of it all, he turned
towards me and yelled:
Say, if there had been two roads
into this town instead of one I'd have
kept you guessing, all right"
Mckinley Accommodating and Easy.
THE easiest of all big men for the
photographer? William Mckinley,
without exception. He was accommo-
dating. polite, affable and thoroughly
| patient at all times. | never had any
trouble posing him, and the way he
cut through a lot of red tape that had
been bothering me for week, l shall
not soon forget.
AT the time that he and Mrs. Nc
Kinley and several of his advisors
were recreating on Lake Champlain
several years ago | was commissioned
by a big New York publication to Sc
cure new photograph of Mrs. McKn-
ley. l went to the resort and tried to
| get the President to intercede for me
with Mrs. Mckinley, but the men sur
rounding the President kept me from
| him and refused to deliver my mes
sage. l had about given up hope,
when, on the day that party left the
resort, l managed to reach the Presi-
dents side before his guards were
aware of my presence. The President
! recognized me at once and, as he gave
me hearty handshake, l explained my
| mission.
why, certainly, I'll help you all
that l can he replied. Why didn't
! you come to me before?'
Il told him. He laughed.
| All, they're very Jealous and teal
| Gus over me- ne replied.
Then he beheld Mrs. Mckinley Just
! about to step on the boats gangplank.
| He called to her asked her to face him
and to stand still. adding:
A friend of mine wants to photo
graph YOU
Mrs. Mckinley turned full toward
me, smiled, and click, went the cam
era.
Now said the President. as he
held out his hand in goodbye, all /
| ask in return for my services is a print
! of the negative
81 lost no time in sending ii to him
and, in due season, received a note
from him thanking me for the photo
graph and praising it as one of the best
| ever taken of his wife"
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