The Washington herald., 1913-10-21
UNDER THE DOME.

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| is about to be let loose.
There's cry from Macedonia, and a
dozen Republican Senators and Repre-
sentatives will respond. They are talk
ers. every one. Senator Borah, the little
giant OF Idaho, and Senator CummIns.
who knows the tariff inside and out and
whose speech dissecting the new Law
has already reached million circulation
head the list.
Then there Is Sutherland of West Vir-
ginia. newspaper editor. lawyer. owner OF
coal and timber lands; Towner of Iowa,
whose speciality is constitutional law bit
who gets down TO brass tacks In his cam
paign speeches; Campbell of Kansas, who
has been on every stump in a dozen ma
tional contests, Anderson OF Minnesota,
who has a strain of the Progressive In
his Republican blood. and many others.
It's a great intellectual treat which is
| in store for New Jersey. From Sussex
to Cape May the red fire will burn and
the bands will play. There is going to
be something doing. II the Republican
candidate for Governor is elected Tho
visiting delegation will pat themselves
on the back.
Otherwise they will wear crepe
And don't overlook Albert johnson. Of
Washington. He Is some orator.
When johnson went to school he got
one prize. 1t was for composition and
defamation. These are his specialties.
Halce he began life as a newspaper re-
porter--doing the police news in this city
at one time-and then going out to Wash
ington State, where he owns news
paper. When he ran for Congress he
had as an opponent a Socialist. In his
effort to meet the arguments OF his 'riVnI
he found dearth OF anti-Socialistic
literature, SO he started another paper,
known as THE Home Derender. to sup
ply the anti-Socialists with plenty Of
ammunition. His greatest stunt, however
Is done with shirts. shoes, and clothes
made by the Japanese.
Most people, says johnson, think of
Japanese work as confined to embroid-
cred kimonos and lacquer work. They
don't know. There are several factories
in Japan, owned by Americans, where all
sorts of things are cheaply made and
shipped to this country. Ny Japanese
exhibits were the best arguments in my
campaign"
Once upon a time somebody printed a
story that Senator TiIlman of South Car
olina deplored the quality OF fried chick
en- in Washington. Some good Samaritan
ought to introduce Senator Tillman to
Representative Kent of California. Let
US be the good Samaritan.
"Mr. Tillman. Mr.. Kent
Mr.. Kent. Mr.. Tillman."
The Introduction having been duly
made and recorded. it is in order for
Senator Tillman to come face to face
Tod
chicken suppers. They happen every
Sunday evening. Nobody knows just how
the bird is cooked, but after eating The
chicken there is joy in every heart. The
meat is SO tender and the bstter-if it
is batter-is SO brown and crisp that
even terrapin takes a back seat as a
luscious morsel. An invitation TO one
of Mr.. Kent's chicken suppers Is worth
its weight in gold
BY the side OF one of these ambrosial
nights the ancient feasts Of Lucullus
were merest piffie.
Moses struck a rock and the water
gushed forth. Put Representative J.
Hampton Moore of Pennsylyania al the
head of table and ther" will be q
speech every minute.
Moore is a genius as a POSTMASTER.
Words flow from him in easy fashion.
When he. tires of the monotony of
prose he extemporizes in rhyme. and
some of his verses are clever enough
to print. He makes his introductions
with the deft touch of an artist, and
IL an after-dinner talker can't tind an
inspiration after Moore has brought
sit down again.
When a dinner is given in Phila-
delphia Hampton Moore is as certain
TO be POSTMASTER as food is to be upon
the table. With him, presiding at a
dinner is a fine art.
No one who looks upon the cheerful
countenance of Representative Cullop- Of
Indiana would believe that he carries i
secret sorrow in his soul.
The fact is that Mr.. CullOp might have
been rich-and isn't.
1t is a sad story which CullCp tells.
One day. not so long ago. a man came
into his office in Vincennes and asked
him to get an option on a tract of land
owned by a widow woman just across
the Illinois line In the neighborhOod of
some oil fields. Mr.. Cullop suggested.
however, that women, and especially
widows, were always suspicious of law
yers. and that IL the man would make
q fair offer he probably could turn
the deal himself. Later in the day the
man returned with the option signed.
What do owe you, Judge" he said.
Nothing" replied Mr.. Cullop, but il
you have any legal business 1 should be
glad to be retained
WELL" said the visitor, you have been
very kind. and IL you want to go in with
us we will let you have fifth interest
for $500 II We strike oil there's a fortune
in II for you. II we don't, you lose your
$500"
Mr.. Cullop thought it over. The $500
meant a good deal to him and he didn't
want to part with it. So the man went
away.
Well, 10 make long story short. there
was oil, and lots of it, under the ground.
The widow lady already has received
over $S0o,0OO royalties from the wells
which have been sunk upon her 100
acres and the syndicate which took the
land recently sold out to an English
company for S7.O0o.000. Mr.. Cullop ought
to be worth a couple of millions today.
But that isn't the worst of it. When
the next oil proposition came along Mr..
Cullop bit at it like trout at a fly.
The result of his investment was a dry
hole,
So sometimes you strike It and some