The Daily Missoulian., 1914-08-30
(Ry Robert Herrick. in the Chicago
Trih,1nn1

Tribune.)
He was heavy, able bodied Anglo
Saxon in middle life. with hunching
shoulders and forthputting lower
Jaw that gave his large face the look
of brute determination. He would be
a bad one to meet in a scrap, legal or
those lawyers who carry their effects
mincngly in a little green bag as they
do in Poston. He wore Il wrlnkled
sack suit, in which his powerful frame
worked so that his clothes were rump-
pied up like handkerchief and hung
loosely from him. "One of the lead
ing lawyers of our state" my friend
| had said but a frightful reactionary."
The whistle Of the mountain eX-
press footed from the north, and this
dominant males little wife threw her
arms about his b1rly person from the
motor giving hen lord a whole heart
ed embrace for the beenfit of the ar
irving passengers. Was re no. gong
back to the fight in the hot streets
of their distant home while she and
the children stayed on in the cooi and
lovely mountains. eating mo bread of
HdDpS tulGHcSS THAI ne So llOSIdIIy
| provided?
! We talked, seated in the swaying
| chairs while the car rocked and the
| train twisted in and out of crooked
| valleys, shooting downwards from the
| mountains towards the parched hay
| fields along the coast. 1t doesn't take
| long for vital human being to print
| his own portrait in words. 1t takes
| less time. I think on a train than
| anywhere else: the sense of rushing
| forward seems to loosen inhibitions,
| to stir the brain to confession and
assertion. There is an irresponsible
| ity about travelling, even in padded
| Pu'lnan--one has cut off the past and
not quite hitched up with the future.
However that may be, two hours was
| ample time for me to get an impress
sion of this beefy personality.
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| Personally he was most agreeable.
One appreciated his Wife's enthusiasm
for him-big. brany, competent. as
sured. with the happy assurance that
comes from surplus strength, animal
and mental. And he was able, o, very
able. I felt sure of that without ref
erence to the distinguished corpora
tions that were his clients He was
fighter, an Anglo Saxon bulldog
fighter, keen and hair triggered, with
the fist of a hruiser to help out.
Where did we start? 1t makes little
difference In the end, but | remem-
Der it was about the administrations
Mexican policy. The lawyer had been
i'm Mexico, frequently, on the errands
of his clients.
ut makes me tired, all this sickly
sentimentality,' he remarked, flinging
| the morning paper on the floor. Then
| he unexpectedly paraphrased the BIZ
| BILE. The tender mercies of the wick
| ed are cruel" (The wicked, he eX-
| planned for my benefit, were Messrs.
| Wilson and Bryan.) They are MAX
ing trouble with their lofty ideals" he
asserted. do you know the greaser?"
| | admitted a remote acquaintance
with Mexico and said something in
| BEHALF of the oppressed race. My
companion gave an Olympian laugh.
Those dear poems" he roared at
me. They are just apout like our
| own Indians, perhaps a trifle better
in places. What the greaser wants
| is an acre or SO of land to raise a
few peppers and corn for his frijoles
| He'll sit in the shade while his wom-
EN- work the place, go to a cock fight
on Sunday and get drunk on pulaue
| And he should have THAI ever, on
of the bloody rascals. But think of
sacrificing Americans for scum like
that. Mexico belongs to the men who
can use it."
'Who are they" / asked mildly
Friend Guggenheim, the other helm.
and the S. OF"
No, the thousands of lean, Dlon6
haired, blue eyed young men of oul
own race Who'Ve gone there as pio-
neers, as our ancestors spread over
this country 200 years ago. Thes
are the men--there were thousand
and thousands of them down there
that our friend Wilson with his ten
der mercies has sacrificed. They'v
lost all, many of them their lives an
their women, at the hands of thes
greasers It's the best blood we have
like my ancestors and yours VIII
faced the same proposition up here
And they were backed up by their oW
people, not left to be murdered an
robbed by a lot of dirt brutes. M
great grandmother was burned at th
stake by Indians. What did her peo
pie do9 Mediate? They sent an ex
pedition after those savages an
wiped the SeWanee nation off tn
earth. That's why you and ] are he,
today. Our race backed up its CIV
, people. Yes. sic, the tender mercie
of the wicked are cruel'"
And yet" | ventured to say "it
!, their own country after all. We ar
:, the interlopers.''
, He thrust his jaw out at me as
he would hit me with mss speech.
Mexico don't belong to them.
belongs to the race that can use it
and that's ours"
This is the creed of the imperial
list. who is the modern version of tn
. patriot. One hears the same senti
ment from Bombay to San Francis
60. from st. Petersburg to London.