Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-08-23
BOLTS PRESIDENT
TO co MEET. WIFE
Old Friend Finds ''Pat" TumuI.
ty in Good Job, Then Rushes
From White House.

BALTIMORE, August 23.-It isn't
often that a plain citizen draws his
watch and cuts short an interview with
the President of these United States
just because his wife has made him put
on gray silk socks and other gay rags
to attend an outing to the seashore of
the Builders Exchange.
That's what John Driver. home at No.
240 East avenue, Baltimore, did Wednes-
day. He knew his wife was waiting
here for him, and it was just habit
which made him snap his watch and
run from the presence of Woodrow Will
son.
Gee" said Driver. in telling the story
to friends. II didn't know Pat Tumulty
had got up in the world like that! Pat
and used to work in Newark together
fifteen years ago, when we were kids.
and we almost upset the town with
our tricks.
Then we moved away. Pat got mar
ried and had children, and SO did 1.
I've been too busy lately reading trade
doors and blinds to read anything but
the headlines of newspapers.
Sees Tumulty in Auto.
Wednesday I went to Washington to
try to sell some goods. I certainly was
looking slick. If I do say it myself. My
wife had even manicured my nails the
night before.
Say. as I was walking along Penn
sylvania avenue, who should I see driv-
ing down in great big automobile but
Pat Tumulty, my old friend. put my
hands to my mouth to make trumpet
and l yells at him: Hey, you Jersey
skeeter. what are you doing in that buzz
wagon
Pat turns around and when he sees
me he runs the automobile up to the
curb and hugs me. What are you doin'
over here" he says. 1 tell him, and we
talk a few minutes and then he says he's
got to go. What are you doin'?'
asks. I got job up to the White
House. he says. Come up and see me.
Thought He Was Doorkeeper.
when I gets through my work goes
around and l asks man In uniform for
Mr. Tumulty. supposed Pat was a door
keeper or something like that. Are you
Mr.. Driver? the man asks, and when l
tell him I am the fellow grins and shows
me in.
"Say Pat Tumulty's in a great big
ROOM and he's got desk with 4 top to
it. What's this job you've got. Pat?
asks. I'm secretary to the President,
ne says, anu j s1lIuOSI uTOpS uCdO
"And just then a man walks into the
room, yelling: The President OF the
United Statesr Before I had time to
touch my necktie in walks President
Wilson, and Turnulty says to him: Mr..
President, [ want to introduce my
friend, Mr. Driver and he grins. The
President grins too.
Meets the President.
lis this the man you were telling
me about?' President Wilson asks.
Yes says Tumulty. 7 want him to
tell you the story Of Parson Jones.
There amt nobody can tell it like
Jack
II opens my mOuth--and just then !
think about the builders exchange out
ing and my wife, and 1 grabs my watch
out of my pocket / have only ten
minutes to catch that train. Gee.
got to get out of here 1 says. and
makes a bolt for the door, Wait a
minute says Pat. laughing. The
President was laughing too. You can
never make it that way
"And he presses button and a black
man comes and Pat says: Tom, take
Mr.. Driver down to the train i'm the car
and make that train
Sure i went on the outing with my
wife,