Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-11-30
THE BOOMERS

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stituted that it must specialize. That is the
secret, my young friend. Specialize. Look
at me, Sirl Before started out to make my
:. everlastin' fortune | specialized. | read,
studied finance. | learned how the other
members of finance had conducted them
selves, Sir. 1t is to that preparation | owe
my success. Lives of great men all remind
us, we can make our lives sublime, and
departing, leave behind us footprints on the
sands of time.
He quoted in his melifuous voice, stand
ing there with one hand on his heart, and his
eyes appraised, and at the footprints on the
sands of time" he opened his graceful fingers
and looked down at the beach, and seemed
;. writing footprints with them, much to Les
ter's quiet amusement.
AS soon," said the Colonel, "as my
charming daughter, Miss Arabella arrives
with our modest possessions, including my
library, | shall take pleasure Mr.. Lester, in
lending you some of these masterpieces re-
garding finance, provided you are at all
thinkin' of specializing in that line
Il should be delighted, Colonel Hatch,
dryly assented Lester, who, SO far as anyone
could see, had no idea of ever doing more
than dawdling as the means of very mod
est man might permit. But about this
city, Colonel-do l understand that today
is the great day when the excursionists are
to Gomez"
To-day is the day." solernnly asserted the
Colonel.
EVEN as he spoke they heard in the dis
- tance the sound of a steamers whistle,
and the mellowed putting of her exhaust.
The Colonel was transfixed with excitement,
as he strained his eyes looking down the
long, broad, placid reach of one of the most
beautiful spots in the world. A smudge
appeared round long point of low land,
forest clad, that concealed the next stretch
of the sound. The exhaust was palmer now.
1t steadily increased in volume Suddenly,
round the curving point, the bow of a white
sound steamer showed itself, enlarged, and,
: gay with bunting and flags and signs, the
excursion boat swung proudly into view, and
a half mile distant headed into the placid
bay. A cracked and wheezy brass band
suddenly broke itself into pieces by playing
@My Country IT'S of Thee and the watch
ers saw that the boats decks were black
with people who had taken advantage of
this opportunity for a free outing.
Standing stodgily on the steamers bridge
beside the Captain was the unmistakable
figure of Burmah Jones, this time with his
silk hat on the extreme rear of his head, and
smoking full length cigar, and as the boat
approached the Colonel observed with much
approval that Burmah had donned frock
coat for the occasion.
The boat came to the newly finished land
ing, and as the gangplank was thrown out
two or three men began receiving packages
and mysterious boxes. The Colonel was in
formed that these were professional clam
bakers who had been hired to go up to the
top of the hill and make spread.
"Most amazin',' said the Colonel, what
my friend Jones does think upl'
But he had small time for reflection; for
out came laughing elated crowd of excur
sionists. Burmah Jones watched them spec
ulatively from his vantage point much as
nice fat lion might watch flock of lambs,
good naturally marking and selecting those
he proposed to devour. He came down to
accept the Colonel's congratulations.
"Some of them, Sir, look like representa-
tive citizens, crooned the Colonel.
"And the rest like bunch of yeggmen,
added Burrnah. But he failed to state to the
Colonel that for small stipend this same
bunch of yeggmen, properly trained, were to
be the boosters" for the bidding, and that
he had worked with them overnight teach
ing them stop" and start signals. He
was a thorough believer in organization
"Where's Hubbard" he demanded.
The Colonel's face sobered and he looked
aggrieved. THAT young man, Sir, is vast
ing his time at this moment making pen and