The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1907-04-01

The last filibuster put through with a
heave.
The last wicked railroad is threatened
The last constitutional barrier kicked.
The last of the Pitchfork has prodded and
quit,
The he last of the Big Stick has swatted and
The las, last of the tafry is swallowed with
The last baggage franked and last mile
The last of two billions is voted away
And Congress expires in the usual way.
IN. 7. Sun.
English and American Writers.
This reminds me of what George Au-
gustus Sala once said to me in Rome.
l had gone to him, according to agree
ment, to ask what he had to say to a
young man anxious to do well in Jour-
nalism, in writing in general. He was
sitting at breakfast when L dropped IL
at MS hotel, very much surrounded by
ma:aroni and the local newspapers.
And what are your pleaSures?' Sala
began, without warning, as if I had
gone to him for medical advice.
was SO upset by this beginning of
things, that, for the life of me, 1 could
not think for a second or two what
my pleasures were. I finally managed
to say that I enjoyed whist
Stop it," said Sala, his Portuguese
eyes fairly boring through me-. stop
1t. Whist means cards, and cards mean
gambling. Stop it!''
After a pause he said, What are the
other pleasures?" If whist meant
gambling. 1 reasoned that tobacco must
that I liked tobacco.
Not strange-not strange" said Saia.
One who writes needs a smoke. What
else? Are you woman hater?"
mo, sir, I'm not" I replied, most
nm IN iR9 1Ny Gal
ly but did not pursue the subject.
had been Introduced to him by a man.
who, wrongly or rightly, had the repu-
tation of saying cross things about wo-
men.
DO you drink" Sala continued iii
moment.
Yes. when I feel like it,
Stop it, stop 1t. Drinking means
busting means hell-hell, young man,
remember that"
There was a pause, during which Sala
looked out the window as If he had ia
ken my pulse and was deciding how
much faster it could beat before !
must die. Pretty soon he turned my
way, and, after some general advice
about coming to an early decision as
scriptive writer or not, delivered him
self of this statement: IF you settle
in London as journalist. you'll be a
drudge. If you try New York, you'll
be a boozer-unless," and again the
Portuguese eyes shot at me, you keep
out of the rut."
In later years I have often thought
of this talk with Sala, when compar-
ing the two different sets of writers I
learned to know in London and New
York. OF hand, should say that hon
ors were even between them as regards
the virtues, any advantage in this par
ticular failing, if there was any, to the
Englishmen, on account OF the early
in a nd :
Flynt in Success Magazine.
The Height of Luxury.
"Solid gold spittoons. crusted with
jules said the sailor. "Talk about
luxury" 9
r. He ordered another lemonade, and
cast a sneering look at the plain iron
spittoons planted thick at his feet.
Eye can't tell me nothin' about
luxury" he said, mot after what I've
saw"
'where'd ye see all this here, ship
mate?' a gruff voice demanded.
"In Java" said the sailor. I'm the
palace of the king of Java. That there
young mans face is painted. and his
subjects calls him the Nail of the Uni
verse and Umbreller- of the Faithful.
81 attended the admiral as body
servant when he had an audience with
the Nail. The young Teller sat on a
platform in marble hall with a
dozen young men ana SlrlS. All DlaZoQ
with diamonds, and the young mems
faces was painted white, with black
moustaches done in charcoal on the
lips.
"All them jaws worked regular, like
the gum chewin' jaws of college girls.
They was all chewin', We know, the
betel. And old women crouched at
their feet with these here spittoons in
their hands what I been tellin' we
about
sGc,f++ooo. ~ r,ocSx cold with hio
rubies, emeralds and diamonds set in
the pure yeller metal. Each betel
chewer had his spittoon and his old
woman tc hold it. I tell ye, gents, such
luxury made me sit up
The sailor, slipping his lemonade,
said sadly:
eve saw Carnegie's house and Van
derbilt's and Lillian RusselPs. Some
how, though, after them there gold
spittoons, everything seems kinder
small and manufacturing
What the Bell Meant.
eat the end of the ballroom floor
was a stage, upon which the orchestra
sat- writes Rex Beach, in the April
Everybody's, describing Riley's saloon
in Tonopah, New. ION one side were
tiers of curtained boxes. and along the
other ran a raised gallery with drink
ing tables and chairs. A railing held
the crowd back from the dancers, but
there were no hurdles between the on
lockers and the bar. In fact from the
way they gravitated thither I judged
the floor to be on a slant. The place
was thronged and very noisy. In the
midst of a swinging two-step one OF
the musiciens picked up a cowbell
from between his feet and tangled 1t
loudly
What does that mean?' I asked.
"A fight?'
"1Oh, MOI! said a man at my side.
the orchestra wants a drink and I
saw a white-aproned attendant scud-
ding toward the stage to take their
orders At regular intervals the wild
cIamor of this bovine neck-charm
broke ont and 1T never failed to gain