Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-04-14

4 young man entirely lHcKiDR IN Inc SHtsFnt
points and characteristics of his father.
When was ushered into a reception room
| Mt for any Sardanspaius found Dowie
with his wife and son. Mrs. Dowie Is rather
wholesome looking woman with coun-
tenancc indicating considerable narrowness
of view
| Dowie had apparently Just chopped short
one of his domestic eruptfons when l was
conducted to the reception room. for his
eyes were flaming and his hands were
trembling with wrath. could instantly
| perceive that / was going to have some
real Dowieism. exuded for my own espe-
ciai beneftt, and so braced myself for the
shock The shock came mighty quickly.
bowie shot the quickest Imaginable glance
at me as entered the room--tust one mere
giance-but in that time he seemed 10 have
taken me In from head to heels
no is this dude? What's this intrusive
Iuinmox doing here? Why have YOU ad
mitted this square jowled prize fighter to
my presenter shouted Dowie at Glad
stone pokfng his son In the middle with
nus faulty held bunch OF right-hand fingers.
father, began GLADSTONE. slIbmissively.
this gentleman is
Gentleman spouted Dowie "whoof!
Bundle OF ciothes Mannikin with a walk
Ing stick In It's hand! Square Joyls out for
an airing, Whoof, Yokel. Oafi Hind.
Gentleman me no gentlemen
Father" tried Gladstone again. this
er-ne has come to call upon you for
Fop. Lavender-shirted coxcomb!' snort
ed Dowie, casting me more swift. dis
danful glance
For the purpose went on Gladstone, ''or
ascertatning your views"
oh, he's newspaper dude. then? fairly
bawled Dowie. advancing upon me threat
eningiy. Carrion of n city editor Ell? Out
insect. Away, lying parasite, Did l tell
YOU or did 1 not. not to admit these vile
and running In little toggy steps toward
Gladstone and shaking his outspread fingers
under his sons nose
Assaulted Our Fair CITY.
But" put in Gladstone. turning come
what paie under his prophetic dads mem
acing gestures. he's not a reporter He's
correspondent for a Washington newspaper,
and he
"Owl Ow! Ha, whoorl washinytong'
roared Dowie. jogging over toward me
again with his, short legs Washington
Iown OF rats and public thievesl l will
send the fool-klller to washington I will
drive the car Of Juggernaut over Washing
ton! l have work to do In Washingtoni 1
snail go there to do that work when the
nour arrives. Washington, the New Baby
ION! Whoofi What have you to say to
me, vampires cardon?' suddenly ceastnp
and addressing as he stood with his
hands upon his hips
We'll. I've forgotten for the moment" 1
replied, with utter truthfulness Just al
low me moment TO compose myself and
/ shall remember
Compose ycurself!" shrieked Dowie.
l
my chair and shaking his fists over INV
mead. That is a sheer meant for me
nun? do you mean to say that | am not
composed, diseased dog of diseased pressy
~ ~ you intrude here to fiout me. to tweak
my beard. to grid at me- square-jowled
DULY OF Washington? What have I TO do
with Washington, Washington with mey
Answer me that, hireling OF a filthy press,
Answer me that, stinkpotr'
Well. that was about the finish AT ths
mention of that magical word, ''stinkpot,"
remembering all of the funny associations
with which 1T had been connected at the
bowie meetings during the week | col
iapsed. / couldn't help IL. I found myself
grinning in Dowie's teeth. | couldn't have
helped grinDing had fourteen dragons been
IN the room menacing me with the fire out
OF their nostrils
Exhausted His Unique Vocabulary.
''Grinning hyena," screeched DoyIe.
jumping up In the air and coming down
hard upon the carpet with both feet
Laughing Jackass of the desert! Begonel
Away, stinkpot!" and at the reiteration OF
the word absolutely could not help sway
ing In my chair with the foolish mirth that
CONFUSED me, which drove the prophet into
such a state that l felt dead sure he was
going to claw at me with his long finger
nails. "Ofal, out of my abodel Hence.
garbage! / command YOU" bowling at his
son, Ito lay hands upon this chuckling
lummoX this pantalooned grinner of "A
sewer muddling press, this croaking bird OF
hell, this braying burro, this mountain of
cachinnating imbecility, this due OF the
devil this tailored worm of fashion this
overfed drainage rat-I charge you to lay
hands upon this leviathan loafer and re-
move him from my habita tom" and by
this time the prophet was literally foaming
at the mouth and his eyes showed nothing
but the whites.
And l was still rocking in my chair. con-
yulsed. If the prophet had used that word
'stinkpot" once again L feel confident that
l should gave gone gibberng.
But Gladstone gave me a significant nod.
and Mrs. Dowie walked softly over behind
my chair and whispered to me, "Will you
please go now, and come again some other
time? Father is not feeling well today, 1
think. 1t Is the heat that affects him.
And so l came away from there. making
as dignified departure as l could after tho
most undignified interview OF my journal
istic life.
''Stinkpot!" Dowie Missed at me as 1 was
getting out of the door, and then | actually
had to flop into the hallman's vacant chair
and hold myself until such time as / felt II
safe to go into the street and be immune
from arrest for wild and insane laughter
on the public thoroughfare. c. l. c.