The Daily Missoulian. [volume] (Missoula, Mont.) 1904-1961, 1917-11-04
Wisconsin Senator Talked
Presidential Chances
to Death.
BEFORE PUBLISHERS
Mailman Insulted His Hosts
and Alienated Men Who
Favored Him.
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nally misquoted by you reporters ana
i want you to print what ! say and
nothing else. Do you understand.
He announced as his text an attack
Oh the predatory interests" and he
again hurled his mental cuspidor in the
face Of his hosts and w-SuestS by
declaring that many of those present
were the "hirelings Of the trusts"
If that were true, the trusts were
very wasteful Of their money. Ger
tainly missed mine. Numbers or other
hewcrS Of romance mad drawers OF PIC
lures were complaining that they had
never received their hire. or course.
we did not know what possible service
our childish entertainments could have
rendered to the trusts, but it was dis
gushing To get the credit and not the
cash. :.
A further ridiculous element of the
onslaught was the fact that the
trusts was Il sort o. slang word BY
that time, Il kind Of profanity. Nearly
every editor in the room was publish
ing some exposure Of the capitalists,
following the grand circulation stirred
up by that noble savior of the people
from Wall street-ThomaS w. Lawson.
Nearly every writer of short stories
If he ever referred to Il trust nagnate
treated him with contempt Few of us
had ever seen one, but we treated him
with a proper scorn. Dcnouncing trusts
before us was like proclaiming to the
Trussians that they were crimnally
fond Of the English. The conclusive
proof Of LII Follettc's constitutional lack
of ordinary pcrspicuity was his raven
ins- those "a if
they were all directors of corporations
and crushers OF labor unions.
The bitter irony Of it was that We
poor writer's and illustrators. editors.
advertising solicitors. and business
managers had to sit for hours hearing
a frothy -mouthed zcalot rceling down
the backstairs Of history ana unload
ing on us platitudes about tho tyran-
MES Of the rich.
Ono author who illustrated his own
works and that evening had illustrated
his interior with too much champagne
mumbled incohercntly and laughed at
something he was boozily thinking of.
He was certainly not thinking Of La
Toilette. for he probably saw him not
at all, or two Of him. But La Toilette
turned on him with cry Of rage and
cntrenchcd capitalists. The poor il
illustrator was too befuddlcd to Know
that he was cxcoriated or for what. ii
he had known it he would not have
been able to pronounce it.
l sat next to Il lovablc, gentle west
crner who spends a large part of his
time wandering about wildcrncsscS and
observing squirrels and pcewecs III
their native innocence. He writes sto-
ries, novels, nature articles and occa-
sional accounts of the amount of sal
mon or something exported from Puget
Sound or somewhere. He leaned to-
ward me and whispered Il request that
! pass him the carafc of water. La Fol
lette'S quick eye-One of those Argus
eyes that nothing nnimportant ever es-
capes-caught the motion and saw
him whisper. His daggcr-lke fore,
finger came in our direction, and Ii,
shivered with rage as he howlcd ut my
poor ncighbor.
"Oh, / know that some Of you l,av.
already got yours from the trusts Bu
you minions of the predatory interest.
that are sucking the life blood out o
the arteries of this oncc-free natioi
shall not stop me from telling the trutl
about you. You've got to listen to m
md hear the facts for once"
The guests Went from Amusement I,
amusement and on via bcwildermcnt [,
paralysis.
When the speaker trippcd on his owl
wrath and went back To his manu-
script, whose pages he had mixed, thcr
was muffled laughter for he began t