The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1922-08-10
WALKER OUT FOR HENRY
CABOT LODGES SCALP
(SavOyard, in The State.)

ator with Henry Cabot Lodge in the
old commonwealth Of Massachusetts,
| is a chip off the old block he is Nigh
ty apt to bring trouble to the aristo-
cratic precincts of Nahant. Lodge is
as patrician as call the blood OF all
the Howards." Walker is as pleb-
ian as Sicius Dentatus. The pride of
the Siour de Coucy was humility in
sack cloth compared with the Puri-
tanic arrogance of the present chief
of the house of Cabot and
lienal descendant of the Hart
ford convention. Montmorency
unhorsed and disarmed, held
captive in peasant nov
ell. would remain the spoiled favor
ite of fortune compared with the con-
dition of Henry Cabot Lodge if de-
feated by the son of the grandest old
shoemaker our glorious union ever
saw.
In the fifty-second congress Mas
sachusetts was represented by son
of the great "war governor. An
drew, by a great grandson of Roger
Sherman, by George Fred Williams,
by a son of the house of Coolidge. by
Moses T. Stevens, by William Cogs-
we'll, by J. C. Crosby, by Henry Ca
bot Lodge. All these were indorsed
by the sacred Goldfish of Massachu-
setts's blue-blooded aristocracy. But
the said consecrated old Cod must
have thrown series of agonlzing
fits when he discovered in the dele
cation one Elijah A Morse, the gen.
tleman who got rich selling stove
polish he named "Rising Sun" In
the succeeding congress this enor-
nous and tremendous statesman ex-
hausted what Charles Sumner once
called "ridiculosity" when he Grated
in denunciation of Grover Cleveland
for a vote ola private pension bill,
at the close of every sentence of that
wonderful address, in mournful and
fearful numbers, Mr.. Moore uttered
the refrain, "He never smiled again,
Mr.. Speaker, he never smiled again.
Some wit said of the famous English
actor Foote that on accession be loV-
ed to look ''like a basket of chips on
the road to hell to be burned Morse
beat that, beat it out of sight, and
even the sacred Goldfish would have
roared with riotous laughter had ihe
been present.
But old Joseph Henry Walker was
the kingpin of the Massachusetts, del
egation. He was wonderful man.
He was big bundle of commonsense>
of sterling honesty, of bad manners.
He was as candid as Ben Tillman,
and as fearless as Hector of Troy.
He was the son of shoemaker and
himself a shoemaker. He was a line
business man and in honest walk
accumulated big fortune. He was q
pillar of the Baptist church and made
bounteous contributions to the great
Baptist college, Brown university. He
was an inveterate Republican, but
mugwumped in 1884 and voted for
Grover Cleveland, something Henry
Cabot Lodge wanted to do, but could
not muster the courage to do. He
utactured the walker boot ia
nous in it's day, celebrated for the
excellence of the material OF which
j. was fashioned and notable for the
superior workmanship ef it's manu-
facture. The Walker boot was syn,
onyn for honesty in business.
One day he gave me in private con-
versation a lecture on the secret OF
success in business that l wish l
could repeat, for legitimate business
in America would prosper by a prac-
tice of this old fellows philosophy.
In violent manners he assailed Geo.
Fred Williams in a speech. He was
called to order, his words were TAX
en- down and for while it seemed
that the house was going to be fool
enough to expel'him. The thing was
referred to a committee and there it
died, as I recollect. He was the un-
der dog in the fight, and he got my
sympathy. l went to him and re-
lated to him stories of flercer assaults
made in debate than he was guilty
of and he asked me to find them for
him, which l did. He was thus
equipped for the battle, and was dis
appointed when it failed to come.
If Joseph Henry Walker had been
gifted with clearness of statement
and lucidity of expression he would
have writ his name on the congress
l1y