Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1907-05-30
A Christian Hack Driver.

Meyer, Haywood and Pettibone
have not been put in peril of their
lives in vain. In the examination
of the talesmen summoned for jury
service in the great case, a hack
man has been found who reads the
Christian Herald. He was promtly
challenged. If he had admitted
reading the LADIES' Home Journal he
would probably be sent to Jail.
Still, isn't it glorious to know that
there is a hackman in the world
who subscribes to and reads the
Christian Herald? He should have
monument. Think of him, O.,
reader! A Christian hack driver,
mounted on his seat and driving a
fare whose feet protrude from the
windows of the vehicle, while the
voice of him pierces and perfumes
the air of night with alcoholic
renditions of the piteous ballad
that recites his grief and woe over
failure to understand how he
'picked lemon in the garden of
love, where they say only peaches
grow" Imagine Christian hack
driver with sstand"in front of
the st. Louis Club, or the Uni
versity Club, and forced to serve
as Jehu Of the gay and giddy
"sons Of Belial flown with in
science and wine." Imagine him
atop his vehicle what time pro-
ceeding slowly under orders, he
may hear some swain within-be-
meath reciting unto his inamorata
the passional verses of Swine-
burne's "Dolores." A man on the
box with the Christian Herald in his
pocket, and "fare" that has not
the "fare," but only pleteous
supply Of derogatory epithet to
meet the demand for pay! Yegods,
the thoughts sublime! Talk about
living unspotted by the world. A
hack-driver who can read the
Christian Herald, and at the same
time drive a hack in accordance
with all the ancient wisdom and
austere control of the guild Of
hack-drivers over the disposition
of such fares as enter the hack and
say, s'jest let 'er go-any old
place." is greater than he who
taketh a city. Not that we believe
hack-drivers are wicked men--not
at all. But they serve wicked men
men who do not sleep O. nights,
men who "won't go home till
morr- orr-ning, and maybe they
won't go them" men who sing
shall, hail the gangs all here"
and other songs of nocturnal
jubilation; men who ride in hacks.
The man who rides in hack is
ipso facto one apt to tell his driver
things heard in hidden places that
love scarce lives and hears. No
hack driver can associate with his
customers and be wholly innocent
lat least, there is not more than
one, this Jehd of Boise. Beyond
all doubt he deserves not only
commemoration, but canonization.
1 We know OF no man his equal for
mastery of self since the day OF
William A. Kelsoe's exchange
editorship on the Globe Democrat.
Entered unto him in his den a
mournful individual speaking thus
.sIs the exchange editor in?" To
which Mr.. Kelso, with character
istic urbanity replied, "Tte is."
Then the sad caller, thus: "Can
| see the Christidn at Workgn And
then Mr.. Kelso: "You may; I am
he" But we are glad to know OF
this Christian hackman at Boise.
1t suggests that no mani is neces-
sariIy utterly lost in any occupa-
ton. We now believe that there
may possibly be hope for lawyers
and politicians and base ball um-
pires and sporting editors and bill
collectors and chauffeurs and other
men in occupations hitherto sup
posed to place their followers
beyond the pale. ''-st. Louis Mir
ror.
B. nv. Brown is showing a beau
tifful display bf children's, misses
and ladies' spring and summer
hats. The prices are remarkably
low and the styles the very latest.