The Evening statesman. [volume] (Walla Walla, Wash.) 1903-1910, 1909-08-13


his lips have been padIocked by some
unseen agency believing silence is
golden at this time. That may be the
case; in fact, The Statesman is in
clined to believe anything the bunc
might say in attempting to explain
the shady methods employed in con-
nection with the contest" would only
add to the discomfort already so no
ticeable. Words at this time might
act as tanglefoot fly paper, and there
would be difficulties later.
Mike a Veteran.
Rusty Mike, upon whose shoulders
has fallen the brunt of the fight, is
said to be veteran of many similar
contests, and not in the least dis
turbed over the situation. His usu-
ally steady nerve, however, is some
what sfaky, and if he could only say
something, the critical moment might
be passed without an explosion AS
it is, Rusty is swelling up like the
gas-bag of an aeroplane. and it is
question as to just how long he con-
tains himself But the bunc manager
has spoken: Say not a word, Rusty,
and when / return, great shall be
your reward in the next world" With
visions of the big reward floating be-
fore his excited imagination, Rusty
! grasps his pen as though to strike of
a thousand half-page posters, but Sec
ond thought compels him to dwell upon
the parting words of his beloved man
ager, and it is all for naught.
Although on the winning side, Rusty,
The Statesman will take the liberty OF
handing you some advice: When you
attempt to mix with trucking politi-
clan who has been put down and out
in his scramble after fat state and fed
eral offices, YOU may expect in the end,
to get the short end of the deal The
cards have all been marked and while
you are filling your nit with a bunch
of spots in spades, the willy manager
is drawing big cards in diamonds. It
is hard to kick against the pricks, but
Rusty. old socks, YOU are batting your
bun against a game that is no to be
beaten
Time has proven the fallacy of any
who has spent years of his life in de-
ceiving the public both politically,
socially and otherwise and before the
umpire calls time. it is hoped you will
recognize the error of your ways and
secure a position as a member of the
board of control Why, oh. why. that
silence? Have all the Smith Premiers
and the Underwoods in the bunc office
gone to the bad? Or have they been
stored with old city directories in he
basement? Anything for a change.
Rusty. Put some live plate matter
into your editorial columns SO we can
at least peruse itstwithout having an
attack of seasickness.
Can Be Felt.
The silence is becoming so dense
hat it can be felt-in certain quarters
and those who are waiting for the
outburst have become weary with the
delay. Rusty must have received or
ders that called for the death penalty
in case they are violated for it is a |
dead certainty that nothing else would
silence him for 50 great a period. The
Verboslty, persifiage and buncombe is
sadly missed these days, and. while |
the bunc teens" with names of So |
called contestants. there is a dearth !
of that hot-air dope so evident before
the paddock was at ached to Rusty's |
trap
When it comes to conducting a shady |
contest, Rusty and his brilliant po-
litical manager take the cream off the |
lop VI Tie cake. !
A whole page OF names of young |
ladies is appearing daily in the bunc, |
with a gradually increasing vote |
What hits the public in the short ribs, |
though, is the manner in which young !
ladies are progressing while they are
away on their summer vacations and |
know nothing of the affair. Two young !
men were boosted along until hey
stood an excellent show of winning the /,
big prizes, and Rusty and his manager |
were then given short arm jab in J
the slats-those young ladies" proved !
to be young men, and their names We're !
cut from the list after their friends /
had spent thousands of dollars voting j
for them
Miss Edith Eckelbrett, the colOred