Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-12-15

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the gold-medal, blue-rib-
bon performer. He never
makes a simple statement; but prefers to
assert fact in SMILES, declare it in meta
phors, sing it in pindaric odes, swear it in
hyperbOle, and vow it in the heat of pas
sion. Lifting hand and voice simultaneously
to high heaven, he can ensnare the lady in
the moon and lure her down to do the bunny
hug on the political hustings. So young, so
curly haired, and SO ambitious, it was not
many years ago that, dragging from the dusty
dictionary all of it's linguistic loot, he went
through the universities of Texas and Yale,
grabbing off every medal for oratory, and
giving the old bandy-legged professors
wrist-drop from the exertion of pinning the
gold stuff on his palpitating chest.
Early in his youth he backed Dame For
tune against the WALL hit her between the
eyes with bunch of philippines, finished her
up with two or three scoriac invectives, and
tricks on him. Since then he has been get
ting out of bed every morning hand in hand
with poverty, and, by virtue of his talking
ability, hitting the hay every night two
Jumps ahead of disaster. Borne alOft on the
wings of fancy, he sails the aeroplane of his
vocabulary to dazzling heights, learning the
harmony of the stars, grabbing shooting
comets by the tail, and swapping off their
fiery heads. There is nothing Morris can't
do in language. His tongue, wagged by in
spiration and whetted on the grindstone of
necessity, can split the air like the first shot
at Concord or charm the ear like the fade
away melancholy of Lucia. No note of the
nightingale, no murmur of the babbllng
brook, no whisper of the breeze through the
towering pines, is too delicate or too faint
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geous alchemy of his cultural gift. In the
artistry of his articulation he adds splendOr
to the pallescent tints of sapphire skies, to
the limited colors of fading rainbows, and to
the vivid glory of the aurora boreais.
He is rcformcr, a lover of the masses
and a hard worker for the people Of the con-
gressional district he has been representing
in the lower branch of Congress. Mention of
the milionaires of this country drives him
to frenzy; for he despises the modern greed
for wealth, and strains his larynx, pharynx
and vocal cords declaring that labor is the
only real nobility on earth. The enthymeme
and the oxyrnoron are the weapons with
which he made the fight to have "In God we
trust retained on the coinage of the United
States On the platform of temperance he
has fought three fast rounds with the demon
Rum and reduced that old fellow to a sight
less and battered pulp.
When Bailey decided to vacate his re-
volving chair in the Senate, young Sheppard
ground his tongue to keener edge and set
out to NOW down all the other fellows who
had emitted even so much as a peep about
getting that job At Paris, Texas, as far
back as last November. drawing up his slen-
der stature as far as it would go, he let fall
from his machinelike lips and thrilling dia-
Dhrapm a camDaipn speech that was exactly
three million miles long. 1t contained all
the glories of thirty dozen moons. The
stars in heaven, the glittering stars, danced
and twinkled through the linked sweetness
of that discourse on the golden chain of his
fancy. The trusts, the millionaires, the foes
of organized labor, the advocates of high
| tariff, and the entire Republican party,
particularly the Republican party, were
Knocked down, dragged out, and incinerated
| in the flames of such invective, satire, and
derision as would have made Catiline, Cic-
| Gro, and Carrie Nation sound like whispers
from people with cold in their heads.
Rut Morris &c not merely q One-nan ora