The Washington times., 1912-06-22

SIDELIGHTS
WBAL TIMORE
BY THEODORE TILLER.
June

He was a rural delegate, angular.
tall, picturesquely clad in felt hat, flow
ing tie, a loose-fitting suit. and other
IeGSiisities Apparently: he was n, un
having a little fun with the city felfers
Anyway, he posed for photograph. Most
of them GO that when they first get -
the center of the political hubhub. The
photographers asked him to put a lit
tie action in his pose. so he struck an
attitude which was a cross between
Ajax defying the lightning and Atlas
with the world on his shoulders. They
He ran his hands far down into his
Capacious side-pocket and started to
draw wallet. Walking over to one
of the boys, he asked:
How much do ! owe you fellows?"
They explained that the photograph
stunt made the obligation the other
way: He gave his name. which doesn't
matter here, and in fve minutes was
telling another delegate what is wrong
With the country.
He said he came from some town
with an outlandish name in Pennsyl-
vania.
Twas Only Gasolene.
A squad of Postal Telegraph opera
tors, all of whom like a cigar or a Gig
arctic now and then, are playing in
hard luck. One OF the branch offices
Of the company is situated Just across
were being strung, a guy who seemed
to have some connection with the Bal
timore fire department. came in and
hung up big No Smoking sign.
What the matter. we can't smoker
asked one of the key men.
oh. nothing" said the sign hanger.
There's only couple of hundred gal
ions of gasolene about this place. The
bottom floor, you Know, is used as a
garage during the convention.
Sullivan Fooled EN-.
! Roger Sullivan, national committed
man from Illinois and rather a power
in Democratic politics, is regarded as
killjoy when 1t comes to talking freely
| for the papers. When he heard that
William Jennings Bryan had kicked
! over the Democratic traces and would
oppose the selection of Judge Parker
| as temporary chairman. Mr.. Sullivan
was almost tempted to say something.
He bit upon his cigar a moment, sighed
deeply, and halfway opened his mouth.
closer. waiting for hot anti Bryan copy.
! We'll, I'll tell YOU" said Mr.. Sulli-
van; dong pause)
| Yes, yes: go on said one of the
| expectant correspondents.
LAS I was saying" continued Boss"
| Sullivan. this Is a great world"
| Then he switched to the subject Of
decorations in the convention hall
Matters Of Great Moment.
1t reminded some of the Washington
correspondents present OF the day
when Congressman William Sulzer II !
not want to talk about a conference
had just held with the SccIetarv Of
State. Mr.. Sul"er is generally good for
a story, but this time deep diplomacy
! was supposed 10 be involved. so he
I.,tI A.k> nj f.Nll fNn
happened about like this:
yes. Mt. Sulz"r would admit he had
talked with Secretary Knox. The con-
| ference lasted about IN hour, for Mr..
eign Affairs Committee. and Mr.. Knox
IL the nations chief diplomat.
What did you talk about-Mexico?"
asked the newspaper man.
the window. Then he paced up and
| down the room time or &C. Claspins
his hands behind him, the New YORK
Congressman finally acknowledeed;
| II had a very interesting talk, a
very interesting talk. All can sav is
that matters Of great moment of great
moment. we:c discussed"
Graves on the Job.
Col John Temple Graves has for
saken the Chicago convention and is
now in his element at Baltimore. The
colonel is writing pieces for the Hearst
papers every day:
No Thirteenth Floor.
Who sent Sheriff Wedin, of Hudson
county, N. j., to the thirteenth floor OF
the Emerson?
Tnats what the sheriff would like to
know. Inc shertff wanted to ttnd the
room of Mr.. McComb, Wilson's cam.
paign manager, on the twelfth floor, but
somebody told him that II was on tho
thirteenth floor. The sheriff investigat'
ed, even as Jersey sheriffs investigate
but no matter how many round trips
he made on the elevator, the car would
not stop at the thirteenth floor. Severa
times called out Thirteen" but wher
the car stopped he found himself or
the fourteenth floor.
! On one of these trips he decided Il
J walk from the fourteenth to the lowe
noor; He did so and found that 1t wal
"wnat the-er-er, where is the thir
teenth fioor?" he asked OF one of tn,
maids.
: Amt got any, was the response, AM
the sheriff went in search OF the fellow
who had sent him.