Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-10-23
THE late Lloyd w. Bowers,
l solicitor for the United

solicitor for the United =
States, was regarded as one
of the wisest men in the national Capital.
But they are telling story on him now to
prove that for once he faced an audience
that had no respect for his views. He was
visiting friends at Manchester by the Sea
not long ago, when he was asked to address
a meeting of suffragettes. Being wise, he
refused the invitation. But the refusal did
not GO, and finally the solicitor found him.
self facing the crowd of women.
Mr.. Bowers, digniied, careful of phrase,
and deliberate in enunciation, started in to
tell his hearers of the sphere in which woman
was most glorious So far as the audience
could make out from the first preliminary
remarks, this sphere began with the parlor
and extended back to the kitchen stove.
Woman is the home maker continued
Bowers, "and-"
But there he was interrupted. From the
back of the hall, from the center and from
both sides there sounded up to him these
cries, Rotten! Trash! Very rotten!"
The speaker was obviously embarrassed.
Evidently he had touched the wrong chord.
But he had the strength of his convictions,
and he went on with an eloquent descrip-
ton of the wonders to be wrought with the
needle and the beauties to be worked with
the rolling pin.
Again the chorus of "Rotten!" resounded
through the hall, and this time it was pitched
in a militant key
Mr.. Bowers begged for mercy. Ladies'"
he said, Il ask that you bear with me for a
few moments. | assure you that did not
seek this opportunity to make a speech.
Perhaps my views do not coincide with
yours; but l beg that you allow me to
conclude my very brief remarks.
This brought quiet for few minutes; but
r., cries Of " X OtteDf" were hea RI ever and
anon. and they almost drowned out the ap-
plau5e at the close of the speech.
The solicitor left the hall hurriedly, car
rying with him the conviction that he had
not made ten-strike.
COLONEL ROOSEVELT never forgets
- his war record, and to prove this
Maurice Low, the novelist, tells story
The day after Roosevelt, then President,
had had a narrow escape from death through
the collision of an electric car with his car
riage at Pittsfield, Massachusetts, Low no
ticed that his face bore bad looking bruise.
That was close shave. Mr.. President"
he said. Il suppose you were closer to
death yesterday than you have ever BEEN"
The Colonel made his reply something like
a reproof. You forget, Mr.. Low he said,
that l was at San Juan Hill.
CAPTAIN ARCHIBALD w. BUTT,
military aide to the President, was a
newspaper correspondent in Washington be-
fore he went into the army. He had long
list of Southern journals to which he was in
the habit of sending fiery, signed articles.
When the South was ringing with the
praises of Richmond Pearson Hobson for
sinking the Merrimac in Santiago Harbor.
Butt saw him pull off his first performance of
kissing all the girls who met him at railroad
stations and public receptions. That was
too much for the fiery writer.
Taking his pen in hand, Archie wired to
his papers story that began like this:
Richmond Pearson Hobson, who won
fame by sinking the Merrmac in the wrong
place in Santiago Harbor, is making a spec
tacle of himself by kissing all the pretty girls
he sees" etc, etc.
Back came the indignant replies from his