Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1909-03-06

LEGISLATIVE THUMB
NAIL SKETCHES

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An Echo of Twenty-Five Years
Ago-When twenty-five years ago,
Captain Fred Fornoff, of the mounted
police, was busily engaged in house
building uD in San Juan county, little
did he dream of the embarrassing
situation in which he was recently
placed. 1t appears that when Fornoff
was in the house-erecting line he was
engaged to build stone house for
John Pond at La Plata, San Juan
county. When Fornoff arrived on the
scene for the purpose of beginning
work, his noble head was gracefully
adorned with a handsome fur cap
that he valued beyond measure. Be-
fore many days had passed however,
;he much treasured cap was among
the missing and Fornoff was almost
in tears. Up to Wednesday he was-con
sumed with the idea that John Pond,
the man for whom he was building
the house, had stolen it and perhaps
would still be of that opinion, had it
not been for what subsequently oc-
cured. Quite a delegation of citizens
of San Juan county being in the ciiy,
they decided to pay visit to Captain
Fornoff and pay their respects.
Headed by Nj. B. Scott, the bunch de.
scended upon their victim. Learning
that his visitors were from San Juan
county, Fornoff striaghtway began to
inform them that he was very familiar
with their part of the country and
went on to relate about the time he
was engaged in building houses, in.
cidentally coming to the incident or
building a house for John Pond.
"And gentlemen" said Fornof,"
while | was engaged in the building
of that fellows house, that "blankety
blank blank. blank" stole one OF
the finest fur caps you ever saw anc
since then I've had no use for the
- -" When Fornoff fin
ished his spicily favored TRADE, one
of the younger members OF the dele
CATION spoke up and said, Captain
my name is Artie Pond. John Pond
is my father. He has still got your
cap, but he didn't steal it. You lost 1t
and he happened to find it and never
knew it belonged to you When
Fornoff was revived with several gal
Ions of water, he gallantly replied in
an effort to square himself, "Oh. 1t
didn't matter anyway, for | stole the
cap myself from fellow up in Colo
rado' Nevertheless the laugh was
ON the captain and when history Is
written it will probably record that
he made good.
Hoping Their Dream VIII Come
rrue-Counting chickens before they
are hatched and crossing bridges pe'
fore they are reached are probably
acts of commission that little bother
the inhabitants of the windy (from a
weather standpoint only town OF Car
izozo, Judging from the action OF these
active citizens insofar as the making
of Carizozo county seat is concerned
Not content to maintain permanent
lobby here in the capital city for the
purpose of arousing letharglc legls'
lature into such action as VIII prlhs
about the desired result, the people
of this town have actually set aside
plot of ground in the very heart OF
the burg, for the building OF a court
house. so sanguine are they that thell
fondlv cherised hope will not fail tc
materialize. Perhaps in their midst
exists a "pythoness," who has care
fully read the stars, and well.
| His Toga in Danger-Anent the re
solve of the Indianians of New Mex
| leo to go into their home state two
! wears hence to defeat Senator A. ]
! Beveridge for reelection to the Z. 5
Senate. the following from an ex
change is pertinent:
"The Rough Riders are as the ap
pie of the Roosevelt eye. Nothing s(
fires him or whets his anger to
feather-edge as to cast a slur upoI
! them or muddy them with SANDER
Those sneering attacks upon the
Rough Riders will last much Longer
with Mr. Roosevelt as casus bell
than any mere refusal Of statehood
however much he may personally have
urged it or the same been solemnly
promised in the party platform.
Likewise Mr. Roosevelt is not one
! to forget the Beveridge ingratitude
! On that interesting point. interesting
at least to Mr.. Beveridge, Mr.. Roose
welt spoke briefly but pointedly to a
western caller.
"The western caller referred to the
| two territories left out in the national
cold
81 cannot trust myself to speak
of it, said Mr.. Roosevelt, frown
chasing the smile from his face like a
black cloud crossing the sun.
Can you, returned the western
caller, trust yourself to speak of Mr.
Beveridge?