Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-07-06

~ crop. 1t was potatoes, grown
on Massachusetts virgin soil.
among wintergreen roots, and netted,
cost of seed subtracted, $3.50.
present inventory of his assets
would include 100000 acres of land
and almost as much under lease. and
more sheep. perhaps, than are owned
by any other man in the United States.
There would also be residences in
Cheyenne, maybe fifty in number,
more or less, and some thirty-o odd
store rooms and buildings used for
business purposes Land and live
stock have worked this magic in the
accumulation of property. The $3.50
of potato profits was never spent and
today is performing it's function as
invested capital.
But herds and ranches do not meas
ure this mans achievements and sue
cess. 1t is agreed that he is Wyo-
ming's first citizen, in which state he
has lived for flfty-one years, having
gone there while it was still part
of the territory of Dakota
When he arrived among the tents
and covered wagons, which collective
ly were called the city of Cheyenne,
two brass bands We're vigorously en-
gagged at either end of the shack. that
was called the railroad station. They
represented. he was informed. rival
gambling establishments and were
welcoming, with omnibuses in wait
ing. such of the newcomers as were
speculatively disposed.
Old inhabitants, however, predicted
that the days of Cheyenne were fast
drawing to an end. The railroad was,
in it's building, being driven onward
toward the Pacific coast and Chey-
enne. its population dwindling. would
ere long simply be station between
large cities that We're brewing in the
air.
But Francis Emory Warren, in the
laboratory of his Yankee head worked
out solution of different sort
Cheyenne was fixed and would grow.
So, holding fast. he grew. and his
fellow citizens elected him mayor of
the city and governor of the state.
when it became state, and in 1890
sent him to Washington as a senator
in Congress- which office he has held
without break ever since.
Twenty-eight years in the Senate
must be indeXed among the rare rec
ords of the republic In that time a
generation of great men. diluted with
small ones. has arisen, performed it's
tasks and passed away, and yet here
in Francis Emory Warren, seventy-five
In June, gay of spirit, robust and en-
ergetic. showing no sign of his age,
and Just made chairman of the COM
mittee on appropriations. And he will
be the chairman. He will sit at the
head of the counsel table daily, and at
night, when it is required.
Columns Of figures and letters and
kilograms were before him and
stenographer was at his side when the
writer entered his office. A large man,
both as to latitude and longitude,
gray-eyed and friendly. he was work
ing in his shirt sleexes. Yes he would
talk. But come back tomorrow
\
rs 1t true" the interviewer OBJ
served. that you left your home on a
Massachusetts farm when you were
fifteen years old and entered Hinsdale
Academy, having less than IS in your
pocket and wearing a $40 suit Of
clothes and an IS overcoat. which had
been purchased by your father and for
which you were to pay at some flu
ture tme?"
ut was worse than that" Senator
Warren replied.
The interview had been launched, at
that moment, and the stenographer
was soon sent away. 1t was a story
made up of several stories, that was
told as the sun was going down that
day. Gen. Pershing and his romantic
courtship came into the narrative.
Secrets of legislation were revealed;
opinions stated.
Men say, and big men at that" the
senator remarked, under the head of
opinions made public, that appropria-
tions must be cut right and left.
Where would you begin?' I ask.
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