The sun., 1903-10-18

tire rural free delivery service, with its
service, and celebrated this achievement
by twisting a somewhat familiar adver-
tising catch-phrase into the aggressive
announcement: Anybody Everybody
Everybody! Anybody Get examined by
the civil service man."
Mr.. Foulke was also the inventor and
elaborator Of the extended registry sys-
TEN now In use, which has made the COM
mission similar to an employment agency
on gigantic scale. with ability to furnish
from Its eligible list men and women capa-
BILE of filing any Job under the sun, in
cluding selected assortment OF mechanics,
interpreters, snake catchers. nurses, an
thropologists, physicians. hodcarriers, law
yers, bricllayers, brass finishers and ordi-
nary Government clerks.
In view Of the many instances in which
Mr.. Foulke evinced his versatility and
talent. the "Song Of the G. s. c." hadn't
been out very long before it was generally
understood that he was the author. And
the song itself, expressing. as it does, all
the ends, aims, hopes and desires Of the
commission and ,ingling through its seven
teen stanzas to mighty catchy air-Mr.
Foulke hasn't been accused Of writing the
music-has made great hit with the en-
ployees of that particular branch Of the
Government service.
A Washington citizen heard about the
song some days ago. and decided to pro-
cure copy His visit to headquarters was
decidedly interesting.
Ho ot rhkh y,J az rcota whorA
the Civil Service Building is located, Just
at lunch time. On a wide ledge, just out
side the front door, a colored messenger
was sitting. kicking his heels against the
bricks and whistling with all the strength
Of his lungs catchy but unfamiliar air
4What's that?' asked the citizen, who
has lived in official Washington so long
that he is politely curious and curiously
polite from mere force OF habit.
that's the anthum OF this here COM
mishun," was the reply. Amt it got
shuttle! Suttenly do mex my feet itch.
Use been promised copy Of the words
this evenin.'."
The messenger took up the tune where
he had left of and the visitor entered the
building.
Good morning. he said to the elevator
man, but that official was otherwise en-
gagged and didn't answer.
A sheet of paper was fastened to one
side of the wire cage on level with his
eyes and he was singing, in very audible
tone, as he clutched the starting lever
from force of habit
The kckers and knoc keIs and GROWERS, you know,
May roast us as much as they please.
But they haven I a show for the Government dough
Lest they pass their exams with ease
No offcial nor clerk with shirk to his work.
Can bluff us with frown or glad hand.
Oh we're getting them all. they como at our call.
And we're right up behind the band
.Howdy," said the elevator man, when
he had finished. that's the twelfth verse,
he added. with almost proprietary pride.
aand the rest are all Just as good.
aWho wrote it7 Well, it amt signed and
wouldn't like to say for sure, but leave
1t to you il it don't sound Just like Mr..
Foulke. Amt it fine7 Amt 1t got swing3
There's a git up and git to that poem that
hits me Just about right.
1T amt no weak wishy- -washy stuff about
trees and flowers and love and the sad sea
waves. It's somethin' feller can under
stand and sing without feelin' foolish.
There amt nobody but MIR. 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
ribs for reminder. When he let the pas
senger out and shut the door for the down
trip, he was SO busy with the thirteenth