The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-09-17
HOW GRAHzERS PART
CANDIDATES FROM CASH
The Weap O6ceS Kept Busy 'Dnckinp', to Auoid the
Political Leg PnAerDange,s Beset at Home and
Abroad, BY Day and BY Night.
Five dollars is the prompt re.

Five dollars is the prompt re-
Lets see what it's all about
says Jhe candidate, shuff1ing the bunch
OF 1tt1 34h1t carr carried by the young lady.
DO - Wny, mere are some which cost only
"This kind will be good enough for
me, " and the young lady goes on hor
way possessed of the So and the other
So tickets printed especially for the
Would-be officeholder.
:, subsequent Investigation shows that
me ), regular door price Of the dance
+! Candidates shun Offices.
Some Of the candidates have not
R Reen IN their own offices for six weeks.
Ihey Keep representative there who
can slit the wheat from the chaff, and
Ch1s representative steers the deserving
ones into the secret, chamber inhabited
by the candidate. Wit matches wit anu
SCIENCE grapples with science in tho
rapidly developing game Of politics.
Candidates Fall Out.
| When the candidate gets out it is to
be on the 90 to political meetings, and
on such rounds he is still in danger, as
Will De seen from the following expert
enG &c truthfull!ly related:
~ Two candidates, out campaigning
| ! ooSy ui1SAC, pdTIeu aILer ABOUT TWO
hours OF the most strenuous work they
nave put in since they began the quest
TOR votes. It was at $3.50 that evening
that Henry G. Hanke and fellow aspir-
ant Tor political honors named "Gus'
rolled onto the Franklin avenue bridge,
hasten!ng toward the eastern side of the
Dust.'' The night was SO dark that
the, proverbial black cat would have
| looked pale by contrast.
| do you know I think I can see my
self winning the nomination for county
wheels ratified over the blanks. 90 'no
"Well, it's too dark for me to see
ANYTHING" was the comforting re-
con, this ism t dark - was the cheer
ful re5oi2er. IT can see in almost any
night: Now, a while back I was cam
tbaf daT up 4Pat t4 orc wax and it
staggers tor, fortyeight hours. But I
| saw where was going all the ~
Ihere was the sound of sudden rush.
as OF a big body passing swiftly thru
the air, the carriage wheels left the
came to a halt with lurch. ~ ~
Mt: Hanke peered over the dashboard
! NWhy- that's queer,' he remarked.
IT wonder where Gold Dust went9O
Echo answered from the empty hills.
.,Don'C know where he went, but
! we go into the river if we don It hop
out OF here,'' growled the Gloomy Gus
| beside him.
And he hoped. So did Mr.. Hanke.
! Careful examination of the immediate
scenery found Gold Dust head over heels
in the open end Of a big sewer ditch.
| which there loses itself over the brow
| of the bluff. Two hours of excavation,
of tense straining Of muscles and Of
huge heaVing on heavy n1an1<s hronrbt
Gold Dust to the surface. Another
hour brought the candidates limping
home. the good horse Gold Dust, carry
ing his tail between his legs
NOV; that WASH It so ;bad,' said the
cheerful Mr.1Hanke.ila D'7
+, "HumDh.. There's nothing in run
ming for office when you have to stand
still, - said the Gloomy Gus And the
two candidates haven't travelled to-
gether since.