Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-12-28

the force of this fact that gave him the
terrible jolt
Which reminds me that there are
many things in this world of ours that
should not be treated with bug-braineu
irreverence. We should always observe
the amenities. If there aren't any to OBJ
serve. we should create them. No sys-
TEN. no society, no organization should be
without amenities. They give dignity
and character. And when they are vio-
readiest means at hand Sometimes you
can do so with words, but
Sometimes words are futile" sug-
gested the interviewer.
Right" heartily exclaimed the sena-
tor. Right" And there was reminis-
cent expression in his eye.
This leads me to ask in all Difference,
senator, why you have been called Pitch
fork Tillman," remarked the interviewer.
The senator smiled grimly. THAT is
merely a malicious symbol" he said II
never spitted a man on a pitchfork In
my life. lltchforks are made for hay
and by the eternal verities there are men
enough made of hay to make the ordinary
pitchfork just itch to get busy. No 1
never used a pitchfork on man in my
life. I've often felt like using club
though"
That's primitively strenuous" was sug-
gested.
mo more than the big stick he
quickly retorted. Then he added: When
man wants to commit suicide in my
state he calls another man liar. Here
casual. But geographical location makes
no difference to me. l regard the matter
in the same light, though senatorial
courtesy must be observed"
What do you think of your new COL
league. Senator Jefferson Davis of Ar
Kansas"
Fine statesman and thorough gen.
tleman." was the response. HE is start
ing well. He knows the insidious wiles
Mammon as we'll as 1 do. He'll grow and,
like me, his voice will be heard through
out the land. You see, this clique down
here has been running things SO that
when a senator comes big with the i'm
portance of his state they make him Lei
like little persimmon in the dressing Of
a big 'possum.>
And you can state 1t in big type, 1
shall never be little persimmon Not If
/ have to shed my lifes blood. To my
dying day 1 shall cry aloud against the
iniqutous influences that Stifle liberty and
freedom of the people"
And the great mass of colored folk
the negro problem?'
They amt the people," he grimly salu.
And at this point the alarm clock rang
and that was the end of the interview.
x X x x X
Several days ago two well-dressed young
women, evidently sisters, and hailing from
some distance above Mason and Dixon's
line, walked into a well-known juvenile
clothing emporium on F street. The elder,
with prominent jaw and pair of steely
gray eyes led a youngster. possibly four
years old, clothed in red Scotch plaid
kilt, whom she referred to continuously as
''Gustavus." The boy hung back reluc-
family and as the trio swung around a
corner to the counter where childrens
breeches suits were for sale he began to
whimper.
No, no. mower" yelled the youngster
II don't want no pants"
"GustavuS, my son, be a man." replied
the mother CURLY; and turning to an inter-
ested clerk. my child is becoming too old
for kits and I'm anxious to dress him in
these small breeches suits. Have you
anything in a mild placid shaded"
The clerk Immediately got busy, and for
the next ten minutes there was bedlam
of protest from Gustavus, interrupted by
unsuccessful attempts on the part of the
women to soothe the boy and their criti-
cisms of suits handed out by the clerk for
inspection. Finally a suit of brown with
brilliant yellow trimmings was looked up
on with favor, and the two women each
with a hand on Gustavus' shoulder, re-
tired to nearby dressing room. For
several minutes not a sound was heard,
then suddenly there came a wild, childish
yell of protest, followed by a second and
third. At the end of several more minutes
the three appeared, Gustavus clothed in
the new suit.
AS the child walked across the floor
to a mirror, in the wake of his mother,
there was serene quietness. He looked
himself over several times. then walking
to the elder woman and settling himself
before her: Mower. pants is too ardcu-
lous and resurd; L won't wear 'em."
Suddenly catching a sight of the orange
trimmings he continued with an exag-
gereated air of contempt land favver
says at I'm to go to Harvard. too" Gus
tavus was finally equipped in a brilliant
crimson suit with an abnormal frock-coat
effect.
x x X X
Like Banduo's ghost. that unfortunate
cocktail incident will not down" in the
case of Vice President Fairbanks 1t
found him out amid the gayety and good
comradeship of the dinner given by Sec
rotary Root at the New Willard recently
in honor of the delegates to the
Central American peace conference 1t
was well along toward the shank of the
evening when the ghost appeared and
much wine had been drunk in responding
to the many toasts offered in the name
of every conceivable Central American
patriot. The distinguished Secretary of
State can rarely resist an opportunity to
to stick pin into his best friend If he
can point a witticism in SO doing Secre-
tary Taft is his favored butt. but this time
1t was Fairbanks turn. Mr.. Root, rising
in his place addressed the company as
follows:
ut is almost time for us to be turning
toward our homes. and by way of picking
up the homeward car. I now propose
toast but I am a little uncertain of the
beverage in which it should be drunk.
Iaughter) But nevertheless. taking my
chances on champagne. I ask you to
drink to the health Of the Vice President
of the United States
That the shaft hit the mark was evil
denced by the retort of the Vice President,
which was as follows:
1.-The versatility of the distinguished
Secretary of State is such that think he
could drink my health in all of the bever-
ages with which our country is familiar"