Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-02-22
Letters of Approval
Reading Terminal.


Reading Terminal.
Philadelphia, 7th May, 1906.
My dear Governor Pennypacker:
When l was pressed by the New York
interests to urge the Governor of Penn
sylvania to take a decided stand for law
and order, I told them that I knew the
Governor of Pennsylvania; that he would
perform his duty without suggestions
from any one; that no one person in the
Commonwealth better understood what
was his duty, and that he had the charac.
ter and courage TO perform it. | have re-
ceived number of kilograms congratu-
lating the Commonwealth on the stand
taken by you, and I only want to say to
you now that your action was most
potential factor in bringing about solu.
ton of the problem.
Yours very truly.
GEORGE f. BAER,
May 9, 1906.
Hon. Samuel w. Pennypacker,
Executive Chamber Harrisburg, Pa.
Dear Governor have yours of the
Sth instant and extend to you my sincere
congratulations on the firm way in which
you handled the strike proposition. The
effect of your proclamation was excellent
and it was most timely. The result, OF
course. has a most important bearing on
the election. Yours sincerely,
BOIES PENROSE.
To the general approval there was some
exception. ! am quite sure the result and
manner in which 1t was accomplished were
not pleasing to Roosevelt Golfers Weekly,
a sheet published in New York, took ad-
vantage of the opportunity, May 19, to
produce a poem. 1t had recently taken to
it's editorial bosom the young Irishman,
Mark Sullivan, who, claiming to be a
Pennsylvanian, had q few years before
pI cln
article on the state for the Atlantic
Monthly. Perhaps the poem had like
inspiration.
WHO'S ZOO IN AMERICA
GOVERNOR SAMUEL WHANGDOODLE
PENNYPACKER
Like Noah Webster, he reclines
Within his easy chair.
A-tapping wisdom's sacred mines
And calling here and there.
Yet all he finds of perfect minds
Up to the present day
Are Moses, Plato, Socrates.
Himself and Matthew Quay.
He's written over fifty books
And some are nearly good
On railroad jobs, successful snobs
And human brotherhood;
And he can speak in French and Greek
on topics of the day,
Like Moses, Plato, Socrates,
Himself and Matthew Quay.
Oh! Philadelphias Sabbath calm
Sits on his holiness
Until by chance his eyeballs glance
Across the daily press.
Then. pale before his grumblous roar,
Reporters flee away.
Who took in vain by words profane
The name of him and Quay.
Yet soft he roareth since the hour
When good Saint Graft was hurled,
BY anger quick upon the KICK
That echoed round the world
And cautiously he goes by night,
And cautiously by day,
For fear some ripe tomato might
Be aimed at him or Quay.
But when again the Heavens smile
And public wrath is spent,
When Philadelphia sleeps awhile,
Corrupted but content:
Then sadly Pennypacker comes
Forth to the graveyard gray,
And lays a grateful wreath of plums
Upon the tomb of Quay.
20 Master" twixt his sobs he saith,
when all cartoonists die,
When editors, all gagged to death,
Meath broken presses lie,
Four noble statues I'll erect
with public funds to pay:
The Gilded Hog, the Yellow Dog,
Myself and Matthew Quay"
A picture equal in merit to the poem
accompanied it.
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