Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1907-09-13

such Il rule can be- enforced against
political freaks in next year $ na-
tional campaign.
don't t mind Il quiet, social little
game of poker just for oysters or Il
bottle of Olympia beer" It's the
water'-Yet suppose no man ever
really made any money gambling.
1t dead open and shut game in
the long run. is gambling A man
is bound to lose. remember an old
saying, that | heard when u boy,
What's got over the devils back
will go under the devils belly" |
believe it s true. " Ill got, Ill gone, ="
you know.
Some Eastern papers are loudly
claiming that William Jennings Bry
an is Il back number. One such
says:
His opponents, in his own party, as
sert that he cannot he elected to fill the
highest office in our land, even ii he
should succeed in being nominated. and
that another defeat would put an end to
him, not only politically, but as an
entertainer. Where would his gate re-
ceipts come from after that? Who
would care to listen to a man who had
talked so much and had no future?'
Let us see. 1t is not easy to con-
ceive of Mr.. Bryan rs wholly back
number, if you please
Another defeat for the Presidency
might put him out of all future calcu-
lations for that place, but it would
not rob him of his smile, his llnency,
or his abo,lnding Self-coniidcnce. and
while he retains those gifts he will
secure a hearing. His personal ac-
quaintance is probably wider than
that of any other man who has ever
appeared in our public affairs.
For eleven years he has been con-
tinually on the jump, has visited
every section of the country, and
met not only the local leaders of both
parties, but hundreds of thousands
of the rank and file. He has many
admirers even among those who diff
fer radically with him on all public
questions.
As to gate receipts, Mr.. Bryan
could suffer Il loss there and not be
in the least inconvcnicnced. He is
no longer the Salaricd man he was
when he lifted the Chicago convcn-
tion off its feet, SO to speak, and
threw it into spaSm of enthusiasm
His bank account is now of sub
Stantial proportions, and he is both
a farmer and newspaper proprietor.
Far removed from want, he is as
snug as "a bug in u rug" and much
snugger than many of the 'buggers
who would put him out of business.
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A Disease Known As "cacoethes Scribendi
Wise men are few and far between.
They always were since there has
been such thing as history. The
idiot is perennial. He tlourishes like
the evergreen tree. You tumble up
against him everywhere. Olympia
is no exception, and he persists in
pouring in upon all such as have any
thing to do with column in the
newspaper, reams - yes acres - OF
ridiculous prose, and expects to sct
it all in type. But the idiot of pross
and the idiot of verse are two dis
tinct persons. The latter, in plain,
unvarnishcd English, is an unmiti
gated nuisance.
The few wise men. however. should
not hesitate to plunge into litera
turc; that is. of course, if their
tastes have such Il trend. All news
papers are, l believe, inundated with
trash. Any editor of experience
will tell you, if you approach him or
the subject, and he is in q communi
cative mood, that he can have yards
of stuff for mere song, or in most
cases, just for the printing of it.
There are many people who love t'
see their name in type, but of course,
would not for the world have yOl
think so. 0. no! Copy is literally
poured into an editors hand, So IL
speak, but of this large quantity only
the smallest percentage ever see the
light of day. There is great dea
of truth in u sentence quoted the
other day, by the editor of popular
magazine: - sit here with u bas
of gold between my knees, and no
body comes to claim it. OF cOurs,
the majority of aspiring authors car
not be taken seriously. remember
Il friend of mine, who wrote a novel
telling me that he had sent it to ;
certain magazine for examination, Il,
regards publishing it. 1t was il
manuscript. Some months later
met him and asked if he had hcart
from the publisher of the magazin,
in regard to it. He scOwled ant
said yes. The editor had returned
his manuscript, and in letter in
closed told my friend that the only
merit that he could see in it, after ;
careful reading, was that it wa
written upon superfine paper ant
perfectly legible. Yet my friend as
sured me that his most intimate ac
uuaintances had drawn for him
glowing picture of wealth and glory
Well, on my advice the manuscript
of the novel was consigned to tn
waters of Puget Sound, and now tn
author consoles himself, as he unload
the coal wagon, with recollections o
other and now famous aspirants II
literary fame, whose early effort
were declined with thanks. Blu
genius must conquer in the cnd-onl
genius does not grow on every pate
of soil by the wayside.
LrEF VERNON.