The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1913-05-07

gated Uncle Joe Cannon TO private life,
desired, not long ago. to purchase
dog. The word got spread about the
part of Illinois where O'Hair lives that
he was in the market and soon all the
leading dog dealers were clamoring for
chance to show their goods. O'Hair
made up his mind that he preferred
who owned four young collies with
fine long pedigree, and whose kin had
always moved in the most exclusive
circles.
They were such attractive, ingra-
tiating dogs that neither O'Hair nor
little daughter could decide which one
to buy After he had considered their
relative charms for a few moments,
OHair said:
We'll, there's just one way to settle
the proposition. III just take EN- ALL
So he went home leading four dogs
to romp in his front yard, where none
had romped before.
"A lot of dogs give man standing
in a community" says O'Hair. now that
he has tried the experiment. III
man has one dog in the yard, people
go by and simply say, if they say any
thing: 'Ah, he keeps dog but II
person sees four dogs in the yard, he
stops and exclaims: Great heavens!
Whom thunder lives there?'"
Henry Hunt, the youthful Mayor of
Cincinnati, cranked up his automobile
one morning and set out for Cleveland
to compare notes with Mayor Baker. of
that town.
When he was approaching little
place near Bucyrus, Hunt encountered
a man in a buggy who refused to turn
for him. In trying to get by the pest
he could, the Cincinnati Mayor mad
yertently broke out a spoke in the buggy
So when he got into the next town
Hunt saw the constable running to-
ward him in a great state of excite
ment and commanding him to pause
long enough get arrested.
you've got no right to arrest me-,
remarked Hunt. Let's see your war
rant. All, just as / thought, you nave
none. IL I broke the mans buggy III
gladly nay him for it, but I've done
not hing to he arrested for. Let me see
the Mayor"
..Nov see here" he said to that ofn-
ciaI .Im the Mayor of Cincinnati, and
you're the Mayor of this town. we
MAYORS must stand together. You re
a Mayor and I'm a Mayor. You tell
YOUR constable fellow not to bother me
any further.
But it didn't go.
Nav, naw," said the Mayor OF that
town; I'VE have to give justice to ev.
erybody. 1t don't make demmed Dit
of difference to me what you're Mayor
of. I'm the Mayor of this place and
you're under arrest
That being the case, Hunt got law
yer. After he had paid the lawyer
retainer fee, the lawyer said:
you'll have to pay a fine, j guess,
because the village always expects IL
from anybody with an auto.
But / hired you to keep me from
being fined" suggested Hunt.
''Oh, 1 know" said the lawyer IN
genuously, but I'll have to have you
6ned ri didn't the people here would
he sore on me, and I'm thinking OF
running for ONCE"
"Jobnny Garner, as the folks down
in the Fifteenth Texas district call
their Congressman, is versatile chap.
One day he attended the funeral OF
comparative stranger. When the fu-
neral party arrived at the grave. one
of the family asked Garner IL ne
wouldn't say few words. Inc Con-
gresham was half frightened at the
request, for. accustomed though ne
was to making speeches. trying to say
just the right thing extemporaneously
at the grave Of a comparative stranger
is something else again. But there
was no way out, and he did his best.
Garner is not especially beautiful to
look upon. but his language was pol
ished and highly acceptable as ne
mentioned lovely traits of the decedent
that all the sorrowing friends had not
even heard of. When he finished. the
only thing that prevented tumuit OK
applause was the solemnity OF the oc-
casion.
On the way back to town Garner
rode in the carriage with man who
had long been a political enemy: This
man sat and stared at him without
speaking until they were almost az
their Journeys end, ana then ne ne