Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1913-04-04

" S,c..al. uat .tt.e fat fellow with
the horn M--,ru Lee is. Tell him IT,
blow himself inside ont. This he.e
strickland parade amt a-goin 10 he
interrupted hy no steve Yancey ano
Eth Tu,,rr fnoli-hueSS as long rs ii.
i'm charge If the welcome ceremonies
sub"
Then he turned to Colonel Bill Stri.i-
land. THAT settles it, subj he snort
I'd. III he Shot full o holes If don't
take tie stump for you myself kjii
Strickland. ii they're startin' the fight
right in yoUv own town, sub, the fu@t
minute yuu come home. sub. I'll make
iurerial Mi1zoorah howl for William
]. Strickland. TOO. sub; hang my pic
ture if don t.
In fun view Of the parading crowd
Colonel Bill Strickland grasped Colonel
Todhuntcr'S hand. You old war
horse he cried ia rather have you
stumpng Missouri for me than all the
state committee spellbinders that ever
breathed the breath of life. Bully for
YOU. Thurs, Well fight 'em to the
last u1tCH. bEedt WAS llle CHeeTluS al
, this incident.
But the Strickland parade did not
encounter the Nineveh bugle and drum
! corps and the Stephen Is. Iancey Cam
! paign club ut this juncture.
The encounter came later.
! 1t came at that tremendous moment
when Colonel Thurston r. Todhunter.
ma iestic on the town hall stage. was
| lust reaching the fervid peroration of
a speech that was to close with the in
| spring mention of the name of the
| Honorable William J. Strickland as
| Missouri Democracy's sure choice for
governor.
1t was a premeditated blow at the
glory of the Todhunter brand of ora
tory, the cherished pride Of Colonel
Thurs II. Todhunters ardent soul
Entering the town hall and defiantly
marching up the main corridor to the
wide double doors that gave a view of
the Strickland meeting. the Nineveh
bu2le and drum corps, heading the
Stephen X. Yancey Campaign club.
awoke the resounding echoes.
Never. it would seem. had earth
heard such clamor of trumpet and
tambour.
1t crashed into and through the town
hall assembly room. 1t rose to the
roof and came laundering back into
the aisles. 1t smote the ears as with
| cataclysmic bolts of sound. 1t stilled
the eloquence of Colonel Thurs T. Tod
hunter as if that mighty speaker were
an infant lifting voice against the
voice of elemental chaos.
And Colonel Todhunter paused,
| crestfallen.
Then the lust Of righteous battle
famed from his indignant eyes. He
waved his right hand with a Jovian
gesture. "Drive iem away. Samson"
he shouted. "You and Sim Birdsong.
I amt done YETI
And the gallant Samson Meek rose
to the occasion. With a mighty wave
of his baton he rallied his bandsmen
in close order behind him. Captain
Sim Birdsong, no less dependable.
formed the Nineveh Light infantry in
line behind the band. There was a
magnificent flourish Of Samson Meek's
silver knobbed rod of Office, a quick
command from Captain Sim Birdsong.
and then
The Nineveh brass band and the
Nineveh Light infantry deployed into
the corridor and charged upon the en-
envy.
1t was an assault sonorous and IT.
resistible. Its slogan was Hail Co.
lumbar This gave the big horns an
almost unearthly opportunity. The
little fat fellow with the horn big
germ him" seemed resolved to obey
Colonel Todhunter's injunction and
elbow himself inside out" His fel-
lows followed his example The re-
sultant cyclone Of wind clamor wiped
out the Nineveh bugle and drum corps
as If it had not been. Triumph shone
on the face of Drum Major Samson
Meek. truculently waving his glitter
ing baton.
But an ominous cry rose from his
front. Rush 'em, boys! Make a rough
house!'
Even as the Strickland forces leaned
forward for countering rush into
combat, however, resolute figure
sprang in between the battle lines. 1t
was the figure Of Constable Pete Fan
shaw, embOdying the law of Nineveh.
1t waved a sternly forbidding hand for
a moment.
None O. that. you boys" he shout
ed. II amt takin no sides, but this
here's public meetin and it's my
sworn duty to see that there amt no
disturbin' of the peace. STAN Tucker,
you turn your men right around and
march 'em out O. here double quick!
And you. Tom Strickland, quit your
edgin' up to git lick at STAN! There
amt goin' to be no fightin' here this
load o poles!'
Every young chap in Nineveh knew
Pete Fanshaw's fiber. He stood re-
strainingly between the lines. He was
, not to be trfled with. If necessary
he could enlist either faction under the
standard of the law. to punish the ag-