The Washington herald., 1920-12-31
Ham Fish
For Action
Fighting N. Y. SOIon De
cLared Likely to Start
Something on Hill.
BY LABERT ST. CLAIR.

Keep your eye on Ham Fish, a
new member of the House from New
York, who has just started to fill
the unexpired term of a late men,
ber.
II Ham does not stir up some of
the dry leaves around the House, il
will be because he dies soon. 1t is
not his habit to stay in one place
very long without making a fuss.
Ham. you see, who comes from a
long line of fighting ancestors, used
to be a mighty fine football player
up at Harvard. and the habit of car
rying a dozen or so of men on his
back at one time that he acquired
on the gridiron has stuck with him.
In the dying days of progressive
ism Ham was a member of the as
sembly in New York State and he
used to make life very unhappy for
the standpatters around the cham
Der by insisting on ripping the cover
of things they wanted covered up.
He was a game boy for punishment,
too. When there were not enough
Progressives in the legislature to
make a decent caucus, he up and ran
like blazes for the speakership on
the Progressive ticket. Furthermore.
he saw that his party was recog-
nized as one of the minority parties
just as the Democrats did.
Fish stands something over six
feet and weighs slightly over 200
pounds. He is twice as hard as a
keg OF nails and. when not ruffied.
as kindly as Sunday School super
intendent.
The experience OF a certain wide
ly known young woman who works
IN one of Washington's war bu-
reaus as a higher-up in getting her
vacation extended should be a warn
ing to all girls to tell mother fully
OF everything that is happening.
This young woman was the right
hand man" to two of the big chiefs
OF the government, and when her
vacation time came around, she
went to California to spend a few
weeks with the family of her first
chief. When her vacation time
neared a close. her Washington
chief received a letter from his pred
ecessor asking the girls vacation
time be extended. He said she was
Ill and all that sort of thing. Also,
he added, the letter was being
written without the young woman's
knowledge.
The wires got crossed somehow,
though, and the young woman's
mother. for a week before the ar
rival OF the letter. called her daugh-
ters chief daily. asking If the let
ter regarding her daughters ex-
tension had arrived. All of which
caused the chief to smile and think
that maybe. after all, daughter did
know something about the efforts
that were being put forward in her
behalf.
Louis Ludlow. washington
writer, who owns a farm out in
Brown county. Indiana, that has a
natural dishwater drain of six hun
dred and eighty-five feet off the
kitchen porch, went out home. re-
Gently, to do little shingling of his
barn. While there he also brushed
up the community on current poll
tics.
Late one evening. while Louis was
engaged in picking the cockle-burrs
of his corduroy pants and had
just succeeded in filling a peck
measure from the burrs he took
from his right leg alone, a neighbor
dropped In to talk politics. Prodded
by few questions, Ludlow ran on
briefly for three or four hours on
the foremost questions of the day
and then paused for breath.
Well" safd the visitor, rising as
II to go. there is just one more
question I'd like to ask you, Mr..
Ludlow"
"All right" Ludlow responded.
What Is it?"
What ever has become of old
Grove Cleveland?" the visitor in