Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-02-07
despite this fact you'll be insisting on pho
tographing me at the next stopping place."
How Schwab Was Waylaid.

how SchWab Was WaylA1d.
The photographer chuckled.
I'm reminded at this juncture OF the time
I got ahead of Charles M. Schwab. It hap
pened last summer.
Il was sent to Loretto. the little Pennsyl-
vania mountain town where Schwab spent
his boyhood and where he has built him.
self magnificently appointed country
home. 1t was easy enough to secure Mr..
Schwab's permission to photograph his resi-
dence. and, In fact, everything that belong
ed to him In Loretto, except himself and
Mrs. schwab. He was pleasant enough
about 1t, but exceedingly firm in hts refusal.
In the hope of catching him unawares, I
loafed around the town for a couple OF
days. but he turned the tables 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. L
found out that Mr.. Schwab would return In
weeks time. Then 1 went on to Pitts.
burg. where had some work to do.
On the day appointed for Mr.. Schwabs
hiring buggy, 1 drove along the stage
road until I reached the high hill just a
mile beyond the villages limit. Here I
hitched my horse at the side OF the road
and seated myself on the ten-foot embank-
men overlooking the hill at nearly its sum-
NIT. 1t was o'clock in the afternoon when
l took up my stand. and 1t was two hours
later when l beheld a splendidiy accoutered
hill l 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 toward me and
pretty soon | saw who were in the trap
none other than Charles NJ. Schwab, him.
self handling the reins, and Mrs. Sehwab
by his side.
For some reason or other they didn't see
me until they were right under me, and then
1t was too late to do anything 1 smiled as
l saw Mr. Schwab throw up a shielding arm
full ten seconds after the camera had
clicked. Then, as he realized the futility
of 1t ALL he turned toward 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 photo
grapher? William Mckinley. without ex-
ception. He was accommodating polite,
affabfe and thoroughly patient at all times.
l never had any trouble posing him, and
the way he cut through a lot Of red tape
that had been bothering me for q week
shall not soon forget.
AT the time that he and Mrs Mckinley
and several of his advisers were recreaing
on Lake Champlain several years ago
was commissioned by big New York pub
LEGATION to secure new photograph of Mrs.
Mckinley. I went to the resort and tried
to get the President to interceds for me
with Mrs. Mckinley, but the men surround
ing the President kept me from him and
refused to deliver my messages. / had
about given up hope when, on the day that
party left the resort, l managed to reach
the Presidents side before his guards were
aware Of my presence. The President
recognized me at once, and, as he gave me
a hearty handshake. explained my mis-
sion.
Why. certainly. I'll help you all that
can he replied. Why didn't you come to
me before?'
II told him. He laughed.
"'Ah. they're very Jealous and jealous
over me- he replied.
Then he beheld Mrs. Mckinley just
about to step on the boats gang-plank.
He called to her. asked her to face him
and to stand still, adding:
A friend Of mine wants to photograph
YOU
Mrs. Mckinley turned full toward me.
smiled, and click. went the camera.
Now said the President as he held
out his hand in goodbye, all ask In re-
turn for my services is a print OF the
negative
II lost no time in sending it to him. and.
In due season. 1 received a note from him
thanking me for the photograph and prais-
ing 1t as of the best ever taken of his
wife"