Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-11-22
The Statue Starting on It's Trip t.
the Mall.

in the subsurface sulphur kettles. sent
up the most heated yell 7 ever heard.
He said, by heck, that statue belonged
to him and for us to put his name on
it. hang fiddle on the appraised strap
hanger place bottle of champagne, vint-
age &c something or other. where that
funny sword *. and then srt t!re to the
city. Caesar raised Old Harry. literally,
by chasing up to me forty times day
and demanding that ! either renig o.
draDe the legs and shoulders with some
thing else than his style of toga
And as for George III Lord Corn
wallis. Lord Howe and the rest of the
Revolutionary Poker Club. say. they
laughed at me SO hard I threatened TO
lick the whole bUnch-ail over again.
They made me a laughing stock through
out the entire place. Confound 'em. Those
Brtishers always do combine against
me.
Press Takes 1t Up.
THAT statue WAS enough to make "A
horse laugh 50. by genini. they had
pictures Of II printed i'm the Departed
Londoners' Punch.-wllich is deader than
the live article.-and every sport this side
OF the River Styx has one of those clip
pings pasted up on his desk.
Hello Hannibal said Ben Franklin
to me one day after the thing put
up. And Ben thought lot of me once
The statue itself is bad enough. But
by dint of keeping my mouth shut and
not believing about il. | believe that few
people got TO reverence that majestic
lemon and there was some respect. at
tached to ii. Even if nothing else, the
inscription on its base was splendid
memorial tribute for the benefit of those
feet-Stamping youths who make that
time worn but perfectly proper inquiry.
who was George Washington and then.
with youthful fervor, reply with crush
ing emphasis. First in war first in peace,
first in the hearts of his countrymen,'
rub dub.
Not Proper Respect.
so they ought to treat the thing bet
ten than to cart it down the line on
truck that looks like it's regular job was
hauling scenery and sOubrettes trunks
Yes. sir ! expect to be made a laugh
ing stock Il second time. The boys will
say that g. w. is getting his again and
that. after all. a dead hero is nothing
compared to live Salome dancer. and
say something about my costume about
the waist which. I am told. resembles
some of our leading Oriental dancing
fists.
"If they want to move that statue
that libel on my appearance to the
Smit hSonian Institution. why do they
make me stay out i'm the back yard of
the museum all winter? l. the first
President. hanging out by the house where
they stuff wild cats and skin rabbits
while the Anti-Gompers Eating Club iol-
lies the present President into state
of coma. It's shame.
Besides that. they're making me jump
hedge row like a circus pony. Then
some time. next spring, if they remember
it, they may take out window and allow
me 10 go inside. And by the great horned
owl, it's cold out there with nothing on:
not even the ordinary undershirt of COM
merce.
Daughters Miss a Trick.
Where are the Daughters of the An
nual Rumpus-pardon mel mean. the
Daughters of the American Revolution?
They generally have conniption fit when
Harlem billy goat uproots and desc
crates the shin bone of some camp fol-
lower of mine, just because he happened
to he hit with British bullet while he
was running from the man whose pants
he had stolen. Why don't they take u
hand and say something's
Getting excited. was he not? So the
Star man offered George smoke which
was declined. and then babe the first
President good day
Come down again, said @. w. And
say
Then he whispered something in The
Star mans ear. which was secret be-
tween gentlemen.