The Bemidji daily pioneer., 1911-08-23

expensive trinkets ara playthings
that were about it came to the con-
clusion that it was the child of the
woman who had gone away caressing
the poodle dog while her own flesh
and blood was left in the care of a
colored servant; and as the colored
woman pushed the baby across the
park I felt, for while, sorry for the.
little baby. But told the young
men that, after thinking it over my
sorrow went to the poodle, dog. be-.
cause believed, under all the cir
| cumstances, the baby was in the best
company daughter and applause).
| had no intention, Mr. Speaker, of
telling who the family was, but, since
told the young men that it was on
Connecticut avenue, l learned that /
had come very nearly identifying the
family because, as was told after
wards, it was the only baby in that
part Of Connecticut avenue, and it
was an unwelcome accident Laugh
teri.
But I told these young men that L
believed that it was better to live in
a sod house, where Gods sunshine
might come through the windows and
shine on the dimpled face of your
own little baby that was held in the
arms of your own wife, than to live
in the lazy luxury of marble halls
that never resounded to the riprling
laughter of innocent childhood. 1
told them that in my younger days,
about year after 1 was married and
had become proud father, I had
been invited to banquet and had
been given the proper subject and
how, under the enthusiasm of; the oc-
casiOn, I had become poetical and had
said:
OF all the joys that life can give, !
The baby is the best.
I've learned to, laugh and cry and
| sing,
And miss at night my rest.
| And when at night from heavenly
I'm brought to earth a spell,
It's all because I think it seems,
I've heard that baby yell.
TO music of inferior brand,
All clothed in robes of white,
With baby in supreme command,
1 march the floor at night.
But when those little eyelids close
In slumber, peaceful, sweet,
l kneel beside my slumbering rose
And kiss her on the cheek; p.
And kneeling there, in accents mild,
| l Send up thanks to God,
And ask Him to protect my child
| When I'm beneath the sod.
Then fill the flowing goblet we'll ::
And drink with joy serene ..
To her whose charms love to tell, :,
My pride, my love, my queen. 4
Mr.. Speaker, afterwards, the next
day, the newspapers, having gotten
hold of the story in some way, pub
lished the substance of my speech.
and in few days letters began to
come to me from society women,
poodle-dog owners, not only in the
city of Washington but from all over
the United States, condemning my
speech in finding fault with the love
that they had shown for the poodle
dog. The society for the protec-
tion of poodle dogs condemned me in
the severest terms. 1 was told that
'AAS Nu1Iu1Cu uciS Ol the sacred
poodle dog would not stand for any
criticism from the plain representa-
tive of the common people. From
these letters I learned that such a
common mortal as I could not be ex-
pected to appreciate the affection so
worthily bestowed by society women
upon the sacred pet. r
Children might be all right for
common people, but they were too in
convenient for women of wealth and
high social standing. These attacks
were so severe that hesitated to 20
alone down Connecticut avenue after
sundown for fear of being attacked
by these wronged poodle dogs and
their infuriated owners and perhaps
wounded, lacerated, and torn to such
extent that would not make a re-
| spectacle congressional funeral. One
OF the papers in the city of Washing
ton sent reporter, who interviewed