The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1914-07-09
IS BUREAU OF INFORMATION
t'ormer Restaurant Keeper was Great
Friend of Jeffrey Statesmen Through
out the Country and His Retirement
is a Matter of Regret TO Them.

Jeffrey statesmen and dealers in all
sections of the United States, all of
whom were personally acquainted with
Phil Hartman, will be advised of his re-
tirement from public life in an artistic
little folder containing a picture OF
Phil, with a remarkable Little STORY of
the man, written by E. S. Jordan.
The story follows:
Phil Hartman, master Of the porter
house steak, emperor of the BURBERRY
pie and fellow of the National Geo
graphic Society, has retired from pub
lie life
He folded up his long white apron in
last week Is issue of the Kenosha Volks-
freund after putting things ship shape
behind the bar and went out quietly
through the side door with the broken
latch.
] saw him a moment before he left
standing between the bar and the acorn
stove, shaking hands with old friends.
Phil Hartman was crying
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cred TO the seat of one horse wagon
which went rumbling around the corner
Of the bank, out beyond the park with
the monument and into the open fields
where Phil Hartman has twelve acres
wish which to work and play scienti-
fcally.
Fhil Hartman is characters phil
osopher. He has learned the secret, of
happiness he knows it lies within
himself
Bluff statesmen, full of banter, have
had their jokes on Phil but rarely did
man sit at his table who possessed SO
ready fund of useful information.
He will tell you how the golden
plolter, wintering in Amazon forests,
flies twenty-five hundred miles in a sim
gle fight, straight as an arrow to the
nesting grounds in Labrador.
In fact, he noted thirty years ago in
the great flights of passenger pigeons
the presence of the vacuum, or the
air pockets, now so common in aero
nautics. He saw a thousand pigeons
stop in their speedy flight, drop into an
aid pocket, recover themselves at a
lower level and go on confused
Wilbur Wright never knew that I'M
til he tried his aeroplane.
Col. Horlick of Horlick s mailed milk
fame, whose name is known from Frisco
to Bangoon, will tell you that Phil Har-
man knows something Of the food prop
critics of milk The Colonel and Phil
have been friends for years. On Sun
day nights there was always a dinner
and big talk at the long table in the
corner. That gay Tyrolean singer on
the calendar beyond the mosquito net
ted mirror could ted you things he
heard Of flowers and birds and strange
inviting lands.
Horick and Hartman are fellow mem
beers of the National Geographic Socie-
ty. If you demand proof ask Phil how
deep is the Atlantic off the Azores.
He will tell you how plants are like
people, fishes are like men and birds
alone contain the fercest heat of life.
Phil knows that the lion never lived
that was as fierce nor as brave as the
cumming bird
Phil Hartman gave thirty-three years
of his days to his business. His nights
he gave to reading. A plate of red ap-
ples-a pitcher of cold water-an
encyclopedia and Phil was happy in
his slippers and suspenders
BY day he sold liquor in moderation
and prepared food which destroyed the
powers of resistance and left the Gus
toner from Tallahassee easy prey to
the motor ear salesman. Prince Wells,
Of Louisville, once said he always came
to Kenosha armed to the teeth with
ideas of how to improve motor cars
GA plate of vegetable soup at Phil s, =
said Prince, a porterhouse steak, a
slab of blueberry pie and I feel like
hollering for the Travellers Aid Such
is the seductive power of food. 2
Phil Hartman never saw dice roll
over his bar in thirty-three years
never was card thrown in the place.
There We're no tables or chairs in his
bar room Onions with steak were al
ways taboo. Phil objected to the ordor.
Phil is member of the Society for
the Prevention of Cruelty to the HUI
man stomach and chap always felt
when Phil was passing pint over the
par that his deep grey eyes were say
ING, Young man, the csnacity of the