Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-02-04
SideIghts
or, Congress
Especial Correspondence.l

Washington, Feb. 2.-On occasions
Representative Foster of Vermont, can
be one of the leading whoop-it-up-
boys of Washington. When he went to
College cheer leaders were unknown.
but Mr.. Foster has learned the art of
that class of coliegians and he Is pre-
pared to give them cards and spades at
| their own game.
Recently President Taft accepted an
invitation to a banquet OF the Dart
mouth Alumni Association of WASH
ington. Mr.. Foster,is member Of that
association and having been a MEM
Der of the committee which invited the
president he wished to make certain
that a cordial reception would be Civ
en- the chief executive.
So anxious was Mr.. Foster about
this enthusiasm which he desired I'M
bottled at the physiological moment
that in passing the word along the
banquet table he lost several courses
of dinner which for excellence-well
John Barrett, director of the bureau
Of American republics ordered it-and
one or two visits from the solemn
faced person who wore a white ribbon
on his arm inscribed with the word
Wine
| When President Taft arrived the or
chestra started up Hail to the Chief"
| the Nbanqueters let their oysters slap
into the tobasco cocktail and Mr.. Fos-
| ter fastened to the presidents side,
| crooking his arm in order that Mr..
Taft might lean upon it. AS the guest
of the evening walked up to the seat
of honor he was puzzled to account
for the strange contortions Of Mr.. FoS-
ter. That worthy son of Vermont was
endeavoring to guide the president to
the place that had been reserved for
him and at the same time remind each
and every banqueter he passed of the
necessity of letting the president know
that Dartmouth was the real thing.
! "Whoop it up, men, whoop 1t up"
yelled Foster into the ear Of each diner
he passed.
Foster had a good grip on the pres
ident's arm and whenever Foster
| leaned over diner he yanked the pres
ident- along with him: when he
| Strengthened up the president walked
a straight path for a moment. "Foster
wAl have the president tripping over
his own feet If he isn't careful" re-
| marked a guest who observed the pres
| ident suddenly lurch to starboard and
| then to port
did you ever notice." asked an Off
Ger of the navy, "how some of our
naval heroes amuse themselves after
| they have been placed in the retired
list. You'd think, naturally, that they
| would haunt the Army and Navy Club
and swap stories with shipmates of old
days. That is not the case, however.
Look at Admiral Dewey. The adj
miral still retains rank as the head Of
the navy, but he does little work. He
| finds his greatest pleasure sitting on
! the quarter deck of fashionable rig
holding the ribbons over couple OF
thoroughbred horses. Every afternoon
he is to be found in Rock Creek Park.
driving up hill and down dale and not
one person in ten who pass by know
that he is the hero of the battle of Ma
Mia Bay.
Fighting Bob Evans gets his
amusement in the evening of his life
| in much different fashion. The rear
admiral has, to use a slang expression,
got a literary bug. He spends most Of
his time in the library of his Washing
surrounded by scores of things which
remind him of the days when he was in
the active service, but he is devoting
himself to another line of work now,
and his haunts know him no more.
"Then there is Rear Admiral Schley,
the most clipper naval hero extent.
Schley is an indefatigable seeker after
pleasure. He has had all the work he
wants and now he wants the fun. He
promenades F street as religiously as
the university freshman, he gets around
TO the clubs, attend banquets, house
parties and has a general all round
good time"
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