The Washington herald., 1911-08-20
DOC" AKIN THE QUAINTEST PERSONALITY IN CONGRESS

tics, and asked him to have Walt Riley
made tender at Yankee Hill lock. He's
| been in States prison. said. which
is no testimonial, I know. but his mother
needs the money. Besides, Yankee Hill
lock Is as isolated and steady as a peni-
| tentiary'
Stewart read me lecture. I wasn't
always loyal as a party man. The ma
/ chine didn't depend on me. Riley
couldn't have the job. II 1 kept along
with the boys, however, some day I
| might be sent to the State assembly
| John said, I used to go to school
with you and you didn't know any more
| than / did. We have lived a long while
since then, John, and this year I am
going to tell you where to get off. I'll
pick the Office I want when want it.
and right here I notify you, John, that
| 1 have decided this very minute to be
candidate for Congress- Stewart haw-
| hawed. III smash your machine, John,'
1 continued If the people want me to,
| and IL they don't want me to, I don't.
| care a hoot'
Next day I started out in an auto
| mobile with notary public. 1 got LOST
names to my petition within forty-eight
| hours, more than enough to make me a
candidate. The Liberal League and the
Democrats indorsed me. The machine
nominated Cyrus Durey, then the sitting
member of Congress.
The Story of q Lemon.
"You needn't come home the ma
chine wrote Durey in Washington. Docs
candidacy is an uproarious lest
Il started campaigning in one
cylinder automobile. 1t was as reliable as
a clock. My first speech was made at
Presbyterian. festival. I ripped the
\
graft I said. My father fought graft
when he was alive. He made two men
disgorge $4,000 in Amsterdam Several
old settlers in the audience pulled their
whiskers and waggled their heads. At
the conclusion of the tournament the
committee gave joke gifts to the long
assortment of candidates. One man got
toy dinner bucket. An idea flashed into
my mind
IT hunted UP a rusty and battered din
ner bucket of the regulation type and
took 1t to my next meeting in a valise.
After speaking minute or two 1 said:
/ I am going to introduce the Demo-
Gratis here to an old bugaboo that has
been chasing them up the trees and into
the bush ever since 1896. When you hear
its name / said. your teeth chatter
and your knees come together with q
bang. Poor old chicken-hearted Democ-
racyr / said. I am almost afraid to
open my valise. but here goes
'I held the dinner pail over my head.
Here II is,' / said. Once 1t could be
filed for two shillings, but now Il takes
Hg, and liver Is IA cents a pound. Let's
see what's In IT, I said. Opening the
lid. 1 pulled something out and showed
1t to the crowd.
"A man way back near the door stood
up and in a screechy voice yelled: Ma
poleon Bonypart! He's got lemon.
IT can't talk for more than fifteen
minutes at a time. Give the audience.
lay or religious, a nugget or two and sit
down.. my father once advised me- Let
the other fellow harangue till the sun
rise next morning Nobody will remeri-
ber word he saye.'
.The dinner pail and the lemon stuck
| IN the mems heads. They talked about
| II, laughed about u. and voted for OLD
Doc Akin. spent siss sawed Swood.
you see, although purey is In the lumber
business.