The San Francisco call., 1909-12-09

/ both- George A. Van SMITH
L amt there
with no knock for Moore. see. He's
the class, all right. all right. In soft
one draw game of bunking kinks, ky
sers and dook things cut in with the
double deck pipe organ holler for a
Porterlaw festivel. And this, red and
| black, I'm down on Charlie TO make
scream for our little old pink straight
worlds fair. that even Jack Barr can
hear. Sure. I'm fur i'm. but take it
from me, kiddo. when it comes to the
Paris conference stuff of breakin' into
print with the glad tidings about him
self. my old cawlleeg, the Honnerubble
c. A knight of Humboldt. san Fran
cisco and sundry other slected spots on
the sun kissed scenery of this here
glorious commonwealth. has got Moore
beat staQding
When it comes to the quick but al
ways dainty push over for few hun
dred carefully chosen hot ones in print
appertainin' TO and concernin' of the
continuous performance erimp, G. Knight
has hollered into the admirin' affec-
tions of a generally ongrateful public.
Take it from me. 30. our concert pitch
feller citizen and unbridled voice of
the mountains has got T. Roosevelt and
Doctor Munyon beat to the last gasp
ing swish of a Great highway whisper
under full moon at 2, ask me.
I've spilled his card. but I'm hep to
! the play started by the poet guy who
sprung that 100 to lead pipe tip. If
you can't boost a guy. say nuthin'. but
slip the rivetin' instrument to your
wife, labeled secret. and be prepared
for the worst. On the level pal. I've
been there with the congratulation
comment stun since long before an un-
controllable impulse compelled me TO
sever me relashuns with Johnnie Lynch.
Sure. Johnnie had the impulse. 1 don't
form like guy out TO court no Zelaya
relations with an unpunehed lunch list.
do I? l don't want no apology. Sure.
I'm tellin you that I'm the first baby
christened Boost.
Amt it up to the true friends of
yellow change guy like my old asso-
ciate in the ship of state bizness. who
might be shaking the gong stick over
Aldrich. Steve Elkins and declarin'
himself in on the general prosperity
in the senate right this minnit. If it
wasn't for his outspoken modesty-I
put 1t to you cold. Bo, amt it up to
me to be peeved at the way a lot of
never vases is shooting tacks at his
tire?
Didn't George actually defy Frank
Hitchcock and Jim Tawney to .nomi-
nate him for vice president in Chicago
last year? Didn't Bill Borah poke all
the delegates west OF the Mississippi
and south of the eullud line at George
until his blushin' walls for assistance
give Serene Payne a hunch that he had
shook the impediment in his ear sight?
Didn't the solid south, Whatever that
is, plead with George to accept their
support and the job George give to Jim
Sherman, in return for Mike de
Young's vote against the dastardly at
tempts to make the south's represen-
tation in the next republican conven-
tion consist of two postmasters and
four porters TO be picked by Frank
Hitchcock blindfolded? Didn't George
tell 'em that he was the man who dis
covered Taft and if they didn't shoe
he'd strip nine daisies and a ray of
sunshine out of his speech? Didn't he
make 'em quit and take Jim Sherman?
Didn't he round up the newspapermen
from dear old home and thereabouts
and fight 'em until he was hanging on
the ropes to keep them from spinning
his unguarded admissions into front
page stun for home consumption? And
didn't he put it over2 Well, maybe
some OF the fellers didn't fall for it,
but I amt goin' to admit who told me
that George had 'em all going until
Mike de Young grabbed the story with
some of the reporters by slipping them
tickets to John Hays Hammond's din
ner party.
"And say. b." yawned Mr. Ben as
he dropped bottle of library paste in
his pocket and settled his hat. don't
let 'em string you with no stuff about
me taking the front seat on the board
of health. I told P. III. that while my
interests in the welfare of the city is
general. and generally particular. I
must decline to spread my energies
outside the thirtieth while Jack Barr
continers to be at large. So long, Bo..-