Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1908-05-01

orator is let down from his pinnacle
and expends his energy in loud talk in
his immediate vicinity, until some
low-browed gentleman advises him to
"cut it out" at the same time casting
a 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 skyward
angle. They keep watchful cognizance
when their wards are about to be
reached and, If chairmen, rise in
stantly at the word, shout clearly the
vote and, whether it be recorded
right or wrong, they settle down
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 it shifts, they will give
their opponents the same dose. But
to cavort around on the floor wailing
out "Meestair Chairmannn," not for
them. They are too wise to resort to
such puerile 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
shadow of smile on the counte-
nances of the chairman and his assist
o,,tc tba Il
on the floor of the convention or as
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 delightedly 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, OF
the stentorian yawp of the hard-boiled
|
the gusto 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 remorse
less as cannibals. Everything goe:
in politics." is their motto, that is
everything but honesty.
Coming back from my last politica
convention met Jack Derby in th'
smoker" Jack was from the ware
next to mine, and l had missed hin
just before the voting began. 1 ha,
noticed stranger in his seat when
came in rather late, but still in tim'
to vote. Jack was moody and his heat
was done up in a gaudy handkerchief
whats up?" 1 said to him. 81 didn'
see you when the votes were bein.
cast"
"They thrun me out" was his re
ply. Il went over to see friend c
mine in the fourteenth and when go
back to me seat they was guy ther
in it. 1 grabbed him and he caugh
hold of me arms. The sarge" (sel
geant-at-arms) came runnin up al
this guy gives him the wink an say
this feller's pick-pocket. Before
could hand him one the sarge" grab
me-he's seven feet long and four fee
through-and he wings me to the doc
in four jumps and fires me by the nee
, and pants. See? An l lose me vot
, an don't get in the hall again."
"That's tough, Jack" was my col
, solatory reply.
Tough" said Mr.. Derby, with a
injured air, "an' l was goin' to vot
right all the time. / think that Sc
; geant must be bugs"
!, ERNEST M'GAFFEY.
Copyright. by Joseph b. Bowles.)