The Sentinel=record., 1915-03-14


 appreciation of the inward and invis. | ible qualities of the man; their busi, | ness judgment dictated the selection | of the token, useful, durable. strong, !, symbolic of the practical, rugged ear. | nest nature of the donee
 This gift will be with you on many journeys; it will accompany you to Fort Smith when you attend the al- nual meeting of the Bar Association
 Bear it carefully cling to it tena- ciously for on that trip you will meet with many experiences.
 AS you cross the Bridge of Strife your ears will be smitten by a mighty noise, as though the winds had gath. cred from the four corners of the earth and combined into one powerful blast, but be not afraid, 'ts only the State at Large vehemently yocifer- atiing disapproval of the iniquitous greed of the Interurban Railway Co. in separating you and your heirs from one entire nickel for so slight a ser vice. After you have delivered the nickel, resigned yourself to the irrep. arable injury inflicted upon genera. tions of Speakers yet unborn, and have turned your eyes to contempla. tiOn of the beauties of the distant mountains, another sound, coming down through the ravines and the val. leys, sharp, shrill and whistlingly in- sistent, will greet you, \but fear not, do not cut the base, hold the hag it is only & o. s. B. B. with Reigler al the bat
 Well, the three days have expired, eminent jurists have sought to i'm. press upon us the absolute necessity for the preservation of the pubic peace, health and safety by yesting the power in the circuit courts to nom mate the candidates of political par. ties for road oYerseer, constable, and q few other minor offices the dia- mond backed terrapin, silver tipped OrpingtOns, en casserole, and bubblins juice of the grape with a sparkle which the waters of Little Rock can not subdue, have been slowed away. the last strain of the enticing fox trot' has ceased to fret the troubled air; the feast of reason and flow ot soul are memories of the past and now. 'plenus rapibus, yinOque sepul. tus,' bubbles bUbbling and bag in hand, you are in the Union Station at Little Rock. long on good times. but short of fresh air, in pursuit of which you have repaired to the south side of the station and, absorbing as much as possible of the remnant of that blessed element not consumed by the Fortieth General Assembly. un. troubled by points of order motions to indefinitely postpone, reconsider and lay on the table, teasting of your eyes upon the grandeur and beauty of this tabernacle of statesmanship and hotbed of cratic politics, you are proud of being an Arkansan. proud of its magnificent state house, it's soil, it's climate it's resources, but alas pride goeth before a fall: the gentle southern breeze as it reaches you from the sanctum sanctorum in the north end of the building bears to your ears a sound, harsh, rasping in. termittent, disconnected but trouble not poor soul, 'tis only the scratc1 of the pen, erasing, interlining, writing "App-Dis-App-Dis' as it Goes Wob- bly,. Hesitatingly over the parchment. The saddest words of tongue or pen, Are these, it might have been.
 But the announcer arouses you from the gloom of your thoughts by acclaiming the immediate and instant departure of a train bound for Mal- yern, at cents per mile per acclaim after having first been despoled by the robber railroad of more than your just pro rata of contribution to the salary of Mir Bush, you are permitted to enter the train and finally deposit l ed at Malvern; home, sweet home, 1 haven of rest, is near but not yet An l other experience confronts you while 1 waiting for a train to carry you over the last lap of the route to the City Of Vapors, cooling your heels upon the | platform at Malvern, another sound i more ominous than each of it's prede- | cessors, ripping, tearing, breaking away. comes to you, but tremble not; 'tis only Hot Springs county tearing | itself loose from this wicked world | and seeking a place in space exempt | from race horses, baseball fiends and | all the friyolities, gaities and super l fuities of life.
 No matter what the world may say, | those Of us of the elect who know | the work done, the hardships endured. | proclaim that your administration has been a success; that but for your in- | sistent virilty and strong personality. | always fair and courteous, but al | ways compelling by the force of your will, the object for which we are as sembled, the public business, would | not have been so far advanced; in the | of this task, the wo- men of the house have by their prompt attention and efficient service contributed largely.
 Lewis Sawyer none know the fu- ure; your lot may fall among -trang-i CTS, of strange tongues; you may be far from home. from friends. lonely 10 |