The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-03-26

| Whose Interesting Articles Have Alp
 Readers of The Age-Herald who for
 many years have enjoyed the writings
 of "Savoyard" have often wandered who Savoyard is. Zaok McGhee, writing in | the American magazine for April, has an interesting sketch of Col. Eugene w. New
 man. the Washington correspondent, and how he happens to write under the name l Savoyard
 | Zack McGhee was also a well known Washington correspondent and 1t will be
 recalled that he died last month, before
 his article had appeared in print. Writ
 ing in the American Magazine he says:
 You may at first be disposed to ques- ton so strange a circumstance-wait till
 you know the man-but 1t was the Mas
 sacre of St. Bartholomew that some 50 years ago kept good man, well equipped
 and patriot. out of Congress, and made
 of him, instead, famous newspaper correspondent and political essayist.
 For more than 20 years delighted read CTS of his unique sketches of men, things and happenings on the national stage | have been inquiring, ''Who is Savoyard?' ?'' Well, his name is Newman, Col. Flu gene W. Newman of Kentucky, suh--
 Turkeyneck Bend, Cumberland river,
 Barren county, Kentucky-in the Penny rile." No, not Confederate colonel,
 though Confederate, and one who hasn't t
 ceased firing yet. Where did he get the
 title of colonel7 He's just natural | born colonel.
 l The name "Savoyard" was evolved in
 some mysterious but wholly instnstive
 and characteristic way out of the colonel's
 direct descent from the historic house
 of Savoy. He can tell you all about the | house of Savoy-the name of all its | members, the sisters, the cousins, the
 and the poor kin-"kin." mind you, not | relations" no. never. He can tell yol about the house of York, of Lancaster, of I Stuart, Orange, Plantagenet, Hanover, all
 about the house of Capet the Hohen- zollerns, the Carlovingian kings, and all | the rest, all about their intrigues pub
 lie and private, the battles they fought,
 the women they courted, and how and | when and where, the kind of liquor they uidii tuo quality tHereOI, all the
 stories they told, all the antics they cut
 up drunk or sober the names of their attendants, retainers, and horses, and the
 details of every dog fight that has taken | place on the royal premises of all the earth for 2000 years-and then some. And whatever he tells Is so, or, if it is not he did not invent it-he read 1t some n oita
 And whenever he writes an article on | the monetary conference, or on the de- lights of gravy, on schedule K of the | tariff, on 'possum, or how to make bas-
 kets out of white oak splints in Ken | lucky, on Grover Cleveland of New
 York, or Tom Pence of North Carolina, he will put in something about some one
 or dozen of these distinguished person.
 ages of old, or their dogs. To him they are not of old. He lives with them ev-
 cry day. And minglng with them in tho
 always lighted halls of memory are also all the noted characters of American history. Not one man who has figured | notably on this continent these 40 years but the colonel knows him intimately. knows the cut and color of every '.wes- kit' he wore, knows his brand of whisky,
 every game he played and every yarn he spun, as we'll as the full details of all
 his public acts and utterances. To him they are not dead, not one of them. And
 whatever the subject he puts in some of these.
 No, he isn't 140 years old. He is s5.
 And he has never lived long in Rome,
 or Paris, or London, or Scotland. He
 has never even been to any of these places. He never knew Napoleon Bona parte personally, nor Henry of Navarro, nor the Duke Of Marlborough.
 He has never travelled a great deal any
 where. He ran country newspapers in Kentucky and in Mississippi, and he
 doesn't mind telling you that he always ran them into the ground and bank ruptcy. He doesn't mind telling you that he made complete failure practicing
 law and that he is the poorest farmer on earth. But what he does want VOL 10
 understand is that in all his numerous business failures no man ever lost a dollar on him. He's from Kentuclxv you know. Don't forget that. And while
 some 25 years he has been in Washing ton writing for papers throughout the country, he still lives and moves an3 has his being in that south to which he is eminently qualified to drink, with John
 Sharp Williams, the toast Heres to
 the land which still believes in Almighty God. reads Scott's novels, and votes the democratic ticket"
 He believes in Almighty God sitting
 upon a gilded throne with two-edged
 sword in his hand. like love of old. mighty and terrible, hurling the thunder bolts. mostly of wrath. He believes in a devil, with hoofs and horns. a tail and
 a forked tongue, wfthal a pitchfork, sizzling hot. He believes in he'll with fire unquenchable, made of great oak logs from Barren county. Kentucky, and brimStone from the molten bowels of the earth, which the same is the place where all rfpublicans arc sure to so whom