Willmar tribune., 1909-08-25
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country. one who. if he Dragged at ALL
would brag Of his whole round globe
against the Martians and the inhab
ltants Of the moon.
Expression on these subjects was
precipitated from E. Rushmore Cog
Ian by the third corner to our table
While Cogan was describing to me
the topography along the Siberian rail
way the orchestra glided into med
iey The concluding air was Dixie"
and as the exhilarating notes tumhled
forth they were almost overpowered
by great clapping Of hands from al
most every table.
It Is worth paragraph to say that
this remarkable scene can be witness.
ed every evening in numerous cafes in
the city Of New York. Tons Of brew
have been consumed over theories to
account for it. Some have conjectured
hastily that all southerners In town
HE themselves to cafes ut nightfall
This applause Of the rebel air in a
northern city does puzzle little, but
It is not insolvable. The war with
Spain, many years generous mint and
watermelon crops. a few long shot
winners at the New Orleans race track
and the brilliant banquets given by the
Indiana and Kansas citizens who COM
pose the North Carolina society have
made the south rather fad" in Man
haitian. Your manicure will lisp softly
that your left foref1nger reminds her
30 much Of gentleman's in Rich
mond, Va. Oh, certainly! But many
4 lady has to work now-the war, you
know.
When 'DiXie" was being played a
dark haired young man sprang up
from somewhere with Mosby guer-
rilla yell and waved frantically his
soft brimmed hat. Then he strayed
through the smoke, dropped into the
vacant chair at our table and pulled
out cigarettes.
| The evening was at the period when
toned three Wurzburgers to the wait
er. The dark haired young man ac-
knowledged his inclusion in the order
by smile and a nod. fastened to
ask him question because I wanted
to try out theory had.
"Would you mind telling me-" 1 be-
gan, whether you are from
The fist Of E. Rushmore Coglan
banged the table, and l was Jared into
silence.
Excuse me-" said he, but that's a
question l never like to hear asked
What does it matter where man is
from? Is it fair to judge man by his
postoffice address? Why, I've seen
Kentuckians who hated whisky, Vir-
ginians who weren't descended from
Pocahontas, lndianians who hadn't
written novel, Mexicans who didn't
wear velvet trousers with silver dol
lars sewed along the seams, funny
Englishmen, spendthrift Yankees, cold
blOOded SOuthernerS, narrow minded
westerners and New Workers. who
We're too busy to stop for al hour on
the street to watch one armed gro
GERS clerk do up cranbeMies in paper
bags. Let man be a man and don't
handicap him with the label of any
section"
pardon me-" said, "but my curios-
ity was not altogether an idle one l
know the south, and when the band
plays Dixie like to observe. l have
formed the belief that the man who
applauds that air with special violence
and ostensible sectional loyalty is in
variably native of either Secaucus.
N. j., or the district between Murray
Hill lyceum and the Harlem river, New
York. l was about to put my opinion tc
the test by inquiring Of this gen,
aeman when you interrupted with
your own-larger theory, must con.
fess."
And now the dark haired young man
spoke to me, and it became evident
that his mind also moved along its
own set Of grooves.
II should like to be a periwinkle.' u
said he mysteriously. ION the top of a
valley and sing too-ralloo-ralloo"
This was clearly too obscure, so ]
| turIcO again 10 COSian.
"I've been around the world twelve
times," said he. Il know an Eskimo
In Upernavik who sends to Cincinnati
for his neckties. al> saw goat
herder in Uruguay who won prize in
a Battle Creek breakfast food puzzle
competition. I pay rent on a room IL
Cairo. Egypt. and another in Yoko
hama all the year around. I've sot
slippers waiting for me In a tea house
In Shanghai. and don't have to tel
'em how to cook my eggs in Rio janet
70 or Seattle. It's a mighty little
world. What's the use Of bragsins
about being from the north, or thu
south, or the old manor house in thu
dale. or Euclid avenue, Cleveland OF
Pixies peak. or Fairfax county, Va, OF
Hooligan's fats. or any place? It'll
be better world when we quit beins
fools about some mildewed town OF
ten acres Of swamp land just because
we happened to be born there"
"You appear to be genuine cosmop
olite," l said admiringly. but i
also seems that you would decry pa
triotism."
"a relic Of the stone age" declared
Coglan warmly 1--WE are all brother.
-Chinamen. Englishmen, Zulus, Pata
gonians and the people In the bend O
the Kaw river. Some day all thi
petty pride in ones city or state O
. section or country will be wiped ou