The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1908-05-01

orator Is i'I uoWn from MS plnnacle
and expends his energy in loud talk in
his immediate vicinity, until soms
low browed gentleman advises him to
cut it out at the same time casting
perfectly annihilating look in his
direction.
The old stagers always enjoy these
interludes They smile grimly, get
fresh grip on their cigars and elevate
the weeds reminiscently in a skyward
angle. They keep watchful cognizance
when their wards are about to be
reached and if chairmen rise in
stantly n tn" word. shout clearly the
vote and, whether it be recorded
right or wrong, they settle down
stOically into the attitude of mere
spectators. Far be it from them to
"hOller' if the cards are stacked
against them. They would do the
same if they had the power. The
other fellows have the whip-hand to-
day: when ii shifts, they will give
their opponents the same dose. But
to cavort around on the floor wailing
out "Mecstair Chairmannn," not for
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such pucrilc foolishness.
Nothing can exceed the perfect re
pose which marks the proceedings AS
relates to the officers and head men
who have it in charge. There is not
a shadow of a smile on the counte-
nances of the chairman and his assist
ants and the bosses" move around
| tIS, g l.. ..
cend to the platform with an entirely
/ serious and virtuous air which would
| Indicate extreme self-sacrifice and the
most absolute fairness to their op-
ponents.
But once the business is concluded
over the cigars and cocktails these
genial gentlemen will unbend and re-
late delishtedly and with rare humor
the amusing comedies played on the
convention floor. They have remem-
bered the very voices and gestures of
. the reformers and patriots they can
, initiate. and perfectly. the surprised
scream of the plundered delegation. or
the stentorian yawp of the ard-boiled
orator. They enjoy these things with
the gustn of the connoisseur, the po-
litical bon vivant. But at the hall, and
in the midst of the carnage, they are
as suave as panthers and as remorsc.
less as cannibals. Everything goes
In politics. is their motto, that is,
everything but honesty.
Coming back from my last political
convention met Jack Derby in the
smoker" Jack was from the ward
next to mine. and I had missed him
Just before the voting began. had
noticed a stranger in his seat when /
came in rather late, but still in time
TO vote. Jack was moody and his head
was done up in a gaudy handkerchief
What's up?" said to him. Il didn't
see you when the votes were being
cast"
They thrun me out was his re.
| ply Il went over to see friend o.
min" in the fourteenth and when got
back to me seat they was a guy there
IN IT, | grabbed him and he caught
| hoIi or me arms. The sarge" (ser-
S"ant-at-arms) came runnin up an
| this guy gives him the wink an says
ms feller's pick-pocket. Before !,
could hand him one the sarge" grabs
inches $ seven feet long and four feet
| throuSh-and he wings me to the door
in four jumps and fires me by the neck
and pants. See? An | lose me vote
an ! don't get in the hall again"
That's tough, Jack" was my con-
solatory reply.
Tough said Mr.. Derby with an
injured air. an was goin' to vote
| right all the time. | think that ser.
grant must be bugs"
ERNEST MGAFFEY
opNriShl, by Joseph B BowlcsJ