O promised to secure him an introduction to the Speaker so that he could
maneuver around and get something into the Record before his time was
up. In the meantime, he is heard to advantage on every Roll Call, and
the Traducers back in the District have not been able to lay a finger on
anything Crooked. MORAL: There is always Room and Board at the Top. THE
NEW FABLE OF THE AERIAL PERFORMER, THE BUZZING BLONDINE, AND THE
DAUGHTER OF MR. JACKSON Once upon a time a Lad with Cinnamon Hair and
wide blue Eyes lived in a half-portion Town. He had received more than
2000 Tickets for answering "Here" at the M. E. Sunday School. His
kinfolk hoped that some day he would be President of the Town Board.
Shortly after he learned to roll a safe game of Pool, the Governor
demised. Robert, such being the full front name of the sole Heir, found
that he could not spread his Pinions in the narrow Streets of the
lichen- covered Hamlet. So he blew. He went to find an Avenue that would
accommodate seven Zeppelin Air-Ships moving abreast at one time. He
closed out the Dry Goods Emporium with the Shirt-Waists and the
shameless Hosiery in the Windows. An Apartment Building, with Packages
delivered at the rear, soon began to flaunt itself on the site of the
old Manse. With all the currency corralled by the late Store-Keeper
padded into his Norfolk Jacket, the gallus O
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