The Washington herald., 1911-06-25
By JAMES B. MORROW.

Boston. June A.-The clash of colors
explained the man, in part. Obviously
the trivialities of dress are little in the
mind of Eugene Noble Foss. His shoes
were yellow, his hose black, his necktie
green, his shirt brown and white, and
his clothing blue, and shiny at that in
side the legs, at the elbows, and across
the back.
The governor of Massachusetts is a man
of toll Consistently, he was attired as
one. Leaving his home in Jamaica Plain
at o'clock in the morning, he walks to
the State house, five miles away, for his
health. This he does six days in the
week, remaining at his Office until after
dark. Work has made him rich. He is
in factories, elevated roads, stockyards,
cotton mills, and banks Years ago he
sold a patented device throughout the
Middle West. His salary was nothing
at first. Energy and salesmanship started
him toward the millionaire class. He is
the saQe Foss. primitively, at fifty-two
that he was when a green and adventur-
Gus youth.
Commercial travellers ordinarily are up
to snuff. Mankind to them is an open
book; also dog-eared and thumbed by
constant use The Brshmins of scholar
ship, authorship, and craftsmanship may
sneer at Foss, but Foss. roaring through
the villages and up the valleys, leaves
the dust of his wheels and mis- preach
ments behind. He is not selling anything
now. but his processes are unchanged.
More men wear overalls and jumpers
than mortar boards and gowns. Any
drummer on the road viii say the same.
How He Kf1Ied Two Candidates.
There is revelation. likewise. beyond his
clothes, in an incident enjoyable to all
who know of it but those concerned.
The governor of Massachusetts, chooses
the commissioner who rules the Boston
police II is an honorable and lucrative
post A crowd of men laid siege to Foss.
He disposed of two of them at once
after meeting him at his house on the
same morning at o'clock. Each had
believed that his invitation was private
and significant Imagine their gled
thoughts as they journeyed out, while the
birds were singing in the trees and dew
was on the grass. Their coming together
talked. nor has Foss. With a candidate
on either side Of him. Foss took his
stride. which is long and quick.
And now, gentlemen, he said, most
agreeablv and innocentiy, let me hear
your claims, as you understand them.
man to man
The suggestion was embarrassing, If
nothing else Fervor dried at its springs
Words stuck in the mints OF speech.
Foss left the pair at the door OF the
statehouse on Beacon HE. They had
not only walked, but talked: he had
saved his breath. Onlookers who saw the
group scatter say the candidates were
moppjng their faces and showing notice
able lameness in their feet ard legs.
After rejecting upon the episode, each
candidate concluded that the governor
wanted some one else Anyway, they
never came back.
Picture a tall. thick man. having light
gray eyes. brown hair, a iowing mus
tache a small nose. a round face and
prodigious chin. and you have Gov. Foss
in the vision Of your mind as he sits Ia
his ONCE with the portrait OF John Ham
cock In front Of his desk. he came for
ward as 1 entered the room. in hearth
ness and frankness and without any show
OF the arrogance Of success. either rs a
moneymaker or a chseftaln n politics,
Party stratee3sts are SAYING that the
Democratic ticket os 1872 may be Har-