The sun., 1903-10-18

stsnza that he appeared in danger Of bring
ing UP with bump at the basement.
The visitor was considerably interested
and q whole lot amused by this time and
thought It possible that Secretary Doyle
could settle the authorship OF the anthem.
Mr.. Doyle Is an austere individual Of somo
forty odd winters, who has severely
aquiline nose, a firm mouth, and a flrmer
Jaw. and who is partial to somber-hued
raiment Of clerical cut. In the language
Of an irish applicant for Government
position who, at recent examination before
the commission, read the Thirteenth Amend
ment to the Constitution from a page OF
the Postal Laws and Regulations and was
somewhat hastily rejected in consequence,
@Mr. Doyle is a cowld, ha-r-rd man."
Consequently the visitor gasped with
surprise when, on entering the secretarys
private office, he found Mr.. Doyle with
an expression Of intense enjoyment on his
aristocratio countenance, beating time
with ruler on his polished desk top and
singing. in a voice grown trihe rusty
from disuse:
think we may say. as We work day by day.
To show what pupil isn't WORTH
That at some future date. just when We won't state.
We will rule DER a classified earth.
When every one here on this eligible sphere,
VIII greet us with outstretched hand
Oh, we're getting them all. they como at our call, -
And we're right up behind the band.
When Mr.. Doyle perceived his aston
ished visitor, he blushed like schoolgirl,
cleared his throat with an official rasp,
frowned severely and began to muss up
some paper on his desk
Good morning" he said with remark
able access Of dignity what can I do for
you this morning, sir7"
@You might tell me the name OF the author
Of that popular ditty. answered the citizen.
Mr. Doyle mussed UP some moro papers
Il really cannot give you the desired
information" he said. "A copy Of that
er-somewhat frivolous composition, was
left on my desk the other day and I was
er-merely enjoying-I should say, trifing
in a moment of relaxation"
"Oh,' said the visitor. 1Then you can
give me your copy? I should like to have
one."
Il should be pleased to do so,' returned
the secretary. his dignity well in hand,
"but the fact is, I-er-have promised the
only one l have to-er-a friend
The visitor decided he would have to 20
back and borrow the elevator mans copy
Of the Song Of the G. 8. o., 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 the
window, drumming with his finger tips
on the pane, and singing merrily:
Whom we rule every job on tho olashnsd earth,
Wen turn our attention to Mars.
And when there's a dearth Of classified worth
Wen examine the classified stars
We're here with our lists and we'ro hare with The
Jobs.
And We trust you will understand
That we re getting them ALL the great and tbs aman.
And arc right up behind the band.
.Mr. Commissioner said the visitor, in
desperation, Everybody in tho building is
singing that Internal song and want
copy of 1t. Have you one to sparef'
"Why, Of COURSE said Mr., Greene, pull
ing open q drawer Of the desk formerly
occupied by Commissioner Foulke. "Here
are half a dozen. Help yourself
The visitor took two neatly typewriter
copies of the Song Of the G. 8. o., and
remarked earnestly:
.Mr Commissioner, wish you would toll
me who wrote this song
The Commissioner smiled q wide smile,
stuck his hands In his pockets and closed
his left eye for brief space.
"I'm blessed if know he remarked,
cheerfully.