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FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 1912.
POLITICIANS BURIAL OF A LONE BULL MOOSE. Yes, bury him deep, the lone Bull Moose, Both his horns and his hoofs and his hide. Lay him away in a calm, quiet spot, With the big stick close by his side. Make not a sound to disturb his repose Or refer to his last sad foray; Plant his rough rider hat with his other old clothes And leave him alone in his glory. We will not refer to the New York cam paign Or the later affair at Chicago. From the Panama matter we'll kindly refrain, On Mrs. Storey we'll place an embargo. Of the Sufar and Steel trust no mention we'll make, Nor refer to the Harriman letter; But in silence and sorrow our leave we will take, Of such things the less said the better. We'll silently watch them lay him away Without prejudice, envy or bias, We'll think a whole lot, though nothing we'll say, We brothers of old Ananias. No reveling sounds will mark our retreat, Nor tears for the hopes that were blighted, But we'll kick up the dust with our shuf fling feet And away we will hurry dee-lighted. —G. R. Clarke, in New York Times. There is a hurrying and scurrying throughout the state on the part of those certain interests that expect favors at the hands of the next legislature with the view of lining up as many as possible into seeing things as they see them. To that end var ious candidates for speaker of the house of representatives are seeking such members as they can devour politically with the hope of making as good and strong show ing as possible so that in case he fails to actually land the speakership job he can force the successful candidate to substan tially recognize him and his supports in the permanent organization of the House. Howard D. Taylor continues to announce that he has a lead pipe cinch on the job and will have, with one exception, the entire Republican King County delegation. After holding a County office for eight years and shouting from the hill top his undying faith in the Republican party, Otto A. Case a few weeks ago announced his convertion to Democracy. This sudden change of heart, however, did not come over him until he had been thoroughly convinced the Republican party would not nominate him for governor and had like wise been defeated by the Bull Moose Re publicans for the gubernatorial nomination. He turned in for Lister at the eleventh hour and now Lister is to reward him with an appointment. But its just as well that he gets an office or he perhaps would find THE SEATTLE REPUBLICAN it so difficult out of office to make a living that he might have to call on the county for help. PERTINENT. The Bulgarian Army seems to be the real white hope.—Richmond Times-Dispatch. Rumor says the steam-roller has been transformed into a moving-van.—Atlanta Constitution. Turkish trousers are being extensively worn this fall in beating retreats. —Chicago News. But still that nerve-racking question will persist: "Will the offices go round?" — Atlanta Constitution. A bull in a Chin shop looks like an in nocent bystander, compared to a bull moose in the Republican party.—Washington Star. Next week New York will entertain 2,000 physicians and surgeons. The rest of the country meantime had better go to bed early and keep its feet dry.—Boston Her ald. Harvard, Yale, and now Princeton. It looks as though the colleges that make up the "Big Three" of football are trying to form a close corporation in the game of politics.—Philadelphia Inquirer. The Republican party has had a lesson of its own in revision downward. —Boston Herald. Anyway, the Turk can't say he isn't get ting a run for his money.—Atlanta Consti tution. "Onward, Christian Soldiers," seems to be a better war-song in the Balkans than here. —New York Sun. Notwithstanding it has been a hair-rais ing campaign, John D. Rockefeller steered clear of it, —Atlanta Constitution. The Turks now declare that they were not ready. No nation has yet been found that was ready to be beaten. —Boston Ad vertiser. Anybody who still entertains a desire to stand at Armageddon will probably find plenty of standing-room. —Southern Lum berman (Nashville). American railroads placed orders last week for $30,000,000 worth of rails and equipment. Possibly they anticipate a grand rush on Washington next year, and want to be able to handle passengers ex peditiously. —Dallas News. A Pious Task— "Johnny, what are you doing?" "Tryin' to learn the fish in this here crick what they'll git if they bite on Sun day."—Houston Post. The teacher was giving a lesson. "A fathom," she said, "is a nautical word used in defining distance. It means six feet. Now, I want some little girl to give me a sentence using the word "fathom." Instantly a hand shot up in the rear of the room. "Well, Mary, you may give your sentence." Mary stood up proudly. "The reason flies can walk on the ceiling," said the observant child, "is because they have a fathom." "There's a dead horse on Kosciusko Street," announced a Brooklyn patrolman. "Well, make out a report," ordered the sergeant. '' Why, you make out the reports, don't you, sergeant?" "I don't. Make out your own." Mike began scratching. Pres ently, "Sergeant," he asked, "how d'you spell Kosciusko?" "G'wan. You're writ ing." An interval of silence. Then, "Ser geant, how do you spell Kosciusko Street?" "Stop bothering me," the sergeant or dered. "I'm no information bureau." Pretty soon the patrolman got up, clapped on his helmet, and started for the door. "Where you goin?" demanded the ser geant. "I'm a-goin'," said the policeman, "to drag that dead horse around into Myrtle Avenue.''—Everybody's Magazine. THE UNION OF LOVE. I'm hoping and trusting and praying today, That the bias and hate Of the past e'er so great, May pass from the minds of the people away! That out of the mists and shades of the past, Just the good and the true May alone come to view, As the ages roll by—panorama so vast! I want to have faith in my brother today, Be he Protestant, aye, Or Catholic, why Should I view him with hatred and prejudice, pray ? We never can see all alike with the mind, Though its eyes are so many, Nor its boundaries any, Yet as we reason, more and more we're un kind! But the heart is ever and ever just single, And its eye is but one, Like the glow of the sun, Where shining and living and love all com mingle ! Then let us embrace and forget past commo tion; Let us hide all in love, And our hatreds all shove, To the bottomless, fathomless depths of the ocean! —Douglas Dobbins. Beyond Doubt —Megaphonist (of sight seeing auto) —"This is Bunker Hill. Golfing Briton—"Ah, that was a bunker, to be sure!" —Boston Transcript. t