The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1914-02-15

could not have any champagne but that
he would have TO take '.just "A little Will
son-that's ALL" Huerta. by the way,
was asked whether John Lind was a
visitor down in his country. Visitor
he replied. dolefully. He's a regular
boarder." Then Huerta sang a song
about Diaz rambling around. with q sec
ond Verse about Huerta who also ram
bled all around till safety he had
found" but whose future rambling. il
was added. was not upon his native
ground. This was followed by a parody
on the well-known humble bee song. sung
by the Colonel
I've been stung by the Presidential
bee" he said.
So has he! So has he. So has he,'
buzzed the chorus. pointing accusing
fingers at various persons in the room.
1t has sure inoculated me-" continued
the Colonel.
SO We see, So we see"' chirruped the
chorus, while the climax was both poet
ical and truthful:
Yet these Presidential bees
Are buzzing in a way 10 please
So don't care if they keep on singing me!
As no cabaret show is complete with
out some black-face artists. three sable
delegates from the South appeared. One
of them sang a rollicking plantation ditty
and the other two deplored the fact that
as national conventions were to be abol-
ished there would be a dearth of Ioayes
and fishes.
I'VE can vote as our conscience die
tates." hopefully observed one of the
dusky gentlemen.
Yes, sab; We cam was the reply,
but he ADDED. with an andibla sigh.
what are We gwine to 10 when de rent
comes 'round?'
Finally, in response to the react!onary
apreai of Uncle Joe for AN old-time song.
the quartet gave a ve-se or two of
Annie Laurie which was real music,
and then the cabaret show broke up with
another cho, Us. The applause which fol-
lowed showed that the audience appre-
ci;Ited the hits in every Inc.
Apt ALTERATION Appears.
]: only took q minute Tor Apt AIlitcra-
ton to speak his little piece. but. as they
say iE the House, his point was we'll
taken. He W. re a long and yoluminous
E.hite beard and really was quite patri.
archal in his makeup.
Who. are you?' asked President
Walker.
my name is Apt ALTERATION" was the
reply.
That's an odd name"
70 TT isn't any odder than Woodrow Will
son or Champ Clark or Luke Lea or Tom
Taggart or Bill Bryan or Swager Sher-
ley" was the patriarch's comment.
Apt ALTERATION explained that he was
looking for his boy baby. "watchful
Waiting" Dollar Diplomacy" he add
ed. had been killed by the Dreadful Dem
ocrats. Then he recalled "Tippecanoe
and Tyler. too" and "Fifty-four-Forty
or Fight" and Rum. Romanism, and
Rebellion" and some of the other ia
nous alliterative phrases of the past. He
was rudely restrained in his remi-
niscences by President Walker. Isn't
this a Dollar Dinner" he inquired.
Certainly not. 1t is the dinner of
the Gridiron Club.'j
Then said Apt ALTERATION, pitt
less Publicity is here!'
But when he learned that both PHI
less Publicity and Watchful Waiting
were absent the patriarch wandered
deJectedly away. Goodnight" he
said. presidents. politicians, pencil
pushers. and predatory piratesI"
The Drama. ..Trusting the Trnsts,,
AS in the olden times, each play was
preceded by prologue. In which the
purpose of the drama was set forth.
so last night when the Gridiron Club
presented that sterling masterpiece,
Trusting the Trusts" there was a
prologuer who told all about IL. The
lines were poetry-or
shall we be truthful and say rhyme?-
and were recited with much dramatic
effect. They declared that under the
dispensation from busting
trusts We turn to trust the trusts"
There was also an intimation that, al
though Miss Trust would appear, mis-
trust was disappearing. and another
paradox vas shown In the assertion
that "a dying trust revives through
These things. and many
others. having been duly emphasized,
the prologue thus concluded: