The Ocala banner., 1911-09-01
CHAPTER XII.
Persons represented: !:

Mrs. S. Reader, Mr.. J. H. Tidwell.
Mr.. C. H. B. Floyd. Mr.. Luke Griffin.
Mr.. Frank Mayes.
Scene: The cosmic desert and a
lump of earth, on which are crawling
a billion and half bugs, who call
themselves human beings. On a part
of this lump of earth, lost in the cos
mic desert, is slightly raised
finger of dirt called Florida" A lit
tie to the west of the knuckle of
which said finger, is a group of grains
of sand on which is erected a house
where seventy bugs have gathered to
make rules for the government of the
other bugs that live on the said finger
called Florida" These seventy think
themselves big bugs; swarming about
the seventy are other flies and bugs.
really much more important than any
of the seventy, it being considered
somewhat bug-house to be one of the
seventy. Now let us abandon the cos
mic viewpoint and become of the bug,
mic viewpoint and become of the
bugs, bugs. We see a large room
with thirteen windows and three
doors; tall person named Jennings
stands behind long oak desk or
table; he holds wooden mallet in
one hand; behind jennings a painting
of one G. Washington is seen, the
right hand extended as though about
to slap the face of Jennings; one It'd
well of Jackson county is noticed
, making an impassioned grafton.
Silly Reader: what is eating Mr..
Tidwell?
+. G. H. B. "He has women's skirts
on the brain. Jackson county is
rich, you know (?); race horses and
all that, and the women of Jackson
send all of their husbands money to
Paquin in Paris for dresses; it also
appears that Lney affect the latest
stunts of fashion which irks Tidwell,
and every now and then, in a Roscoe
Conklin manner, Tidwell tries to
abolish harem-skirts, or all skirts
forget which. 1t is believed that Hays
Lewis, the sheriff of Jackson county,
is showing Tidwell on in this matter,
as Hays will make all the arrests
Idle Reader. "Who is that rather
smallish man sitting there behind
Gray of Gadsden in the audience row
of chairs, and tell me something
about him.
C. H. B. "He is in the governor
class. His name is Frank L. Mayes.
He is an editor. The editors are in
session here in Tallahassee, now.
This man Mayes has my goat. He
is a pagan god doing time on earth.
The brunette gods all are somewhat
sad; e. G. Mayes-he is somewhat
sad. Everyone that knows him nkes
him. met him first in "a barber
shop in Pensacola. rs that man
there Frank L. Mayes?" enquired
of the boot-black. 1t was he. The
next time l saw him we were, on the
steamer ''Tarpon' between Carrabelle
and Apalachicola. He told me
good story on Park and Bishop
Weed-one on each, and did char
acter sketch of w. A. Blount. He
didn't say anything in particular.
Like the folks my uncle Emerson
speaks of in one of the essays, TINS
Mayes conquors by his precence
alone, with effort or any parlor
tricks. When he is around l leave
Rivers Buford and Ferrell and buzz
around the said Mayes. One OF the
highest compliments fate can pay you
is to let you be in the same room
with said Mayes. He is the heart OF
things. That is it; he knows you,
understands you, and forgiyes you
His perspective is right His psyhic
intonation is perfect. One always
talks to the finest person in hearing;
whenever this Mayes is about every
one talks to him, at him, up to nIl1.
Look at thisl Here is a crowd OF
individuals: enter Frank L. Mayes-
unconsciously and unintentionally
and becomingly he mounts the bench
and opens court. 1t is as though ne
were conscious further back toward
, the center of the soul than other men.
He reminds one of soul, here be-
tween dawn and dark, disguised, tax
ing notes, to return later with power
and wrath to avenge wrongs and res
tore rights, a royal physician and
good king; a general in the army
which will bring in the Kingdom,
"The one far off divine event
Toward which the whole creation
moves"
Now, I don't know which fiattered
me more during my experience IN the
legislature, Mr.. Blount's having Wni'n-
sically suggested that I write an ad-
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