The morning journal-courier., 1908-10-21
AT a:so A. NJ.
How the Candidates Glad New Day
 Begins.

It is about sunrise time in the Far West The candidates special has stopped q a water tank and 300 people have gathered to have q look at him. They got up out of their beds at an hour to see him. and why can't he? They mean he shall Where fore. the hoarse voiced cheer under his sleeping car window at 4:SQ 3 m.
 "Hurrah for Billl'
 Always that cheer rattles against the glass at about this hour and oocasion- ally with il brick The small boys are pretty sure to throw pebbles at least.
 Naturally the uproar arouses the candidate When he first began it used to bring him ID sitting in his berth, nervous. startled, anxious. By this time he is used to it, He grunt, pulls the blanket over his head and tries to go to sleep again
 "Hurrah for Bill, Get up, Bill, and show yourself
 There are excited voices inside the car A half whispered argument grows heated and passes rapidly out of the whispering stage. The congressman for that district. or perhaps the local candidate for the Legislature is insist ing that the candidate get up and show himself
 But. my dear sir,' expostulates d sleepy private secretary. ''he didn't get to bed until o'clock this morning, and ht has seven speeches to make today I wired you that he couldn't appea, here
 Hang it, man, don't you see it makes just tho difference between win ming this district and losing it?' ct always makes just that difference, by the way, n the mind Of the local can didatc) There are 300 people out there, l tell Nou and they will be mad enough to bolt if he don't at least poke his nose out. He can go right back to bed again
 T tell you it's as much as my jobs worth to wake him You ask the col oncL Hes running this anyway. If Inc says get up that will go,
 Meanwhile the candidate is mutter- ing things into the blanket and trying to shut the dispute out of his ears. At that hour in' the morning ho don't care whether anybody votes for hlmt What he wants is sleep There is no sleep, however, after the agItated local can didate wakes the colonel and nearly everybody else is doing so
 The colonel has bull voice and q .profanc vocabulary. Despite the up- roar however, the tired candidate dozes. Just as he catches the elusive sleep thing by the tail feathers, sb to speak however, the colonel pokes him in the ribs
 Under the circumstances you'll have to get up and show yourself he says. "Remember your throat and don't try to say nything" The colonel does not apologize nor make q request or say, "by your leave Nobody asks the can didate to do anything. They tell him what to do. The colonel Keeps at worb on the ribs with one fist and in the pLllNl ll' ll'lNl7 e bIS 3NtlSDol ftlIl q cap, The candidate mumbles and gnr- ges protest, but the colonel is sterr dcspot The sleepy statesman Is hauled out of bed, has slippers thrust on his bare feet the oyercoat thrown around his paiamas and heavy eyed, dead tired and trying to smile a stereotyped smile, he is shoved-out on the platform into the chill morning mir, the local candidate grlnning pleasant sin over his shoulder
 "Hurrah for Bill!' The local can dldate leads off cheer,
 The crowd, up early without any breakfast, is a bit peevish at waiting so long, The response is faint. The candidate starts to say My good friends" in a husky vctce when some mnian on the outskirts of the throns wells an invitation to cheer for the other Bill, Most of them do, Just then the train pulls out