In the Arena - Stories of Political Life by Booth Tarkington
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gets after them. He was just in the office but went out. He always has
a segar in his mouth but not lit. I expect hes quit. I send you enclosed last week's salary all but $11.80 which I had to use as living is pretty high in our capital city of the state. If you would like some of this hotel writing paper better than the kind I sent you of the General Assembly I can send you some the boys say it is free. I think it is all right you sold the calf but Wilkes didn't give you good price. Hurlbut come in while I was writing then. You bet he can always count on Wm. Rollinson's vote. "Well I must draw to a dose, Yours truly "Your father." "Wm. Rollinson" was not aware that he was known to his colleagues and the lobby and the Press as "Uncle Billy" until informed thereof by a public print. He stood, one night, on the edge of a laughing group, when a reporter turned to him and said: "The _Constellation_ would like to know Representative Rollinson's opinion of the scandalous story that has just been told." The old man, who had not in the least understood the story, summoned all his faculties, and, after long deliberation, bent his plaintive eyes upon the youth and replied: "Well, sir, it's a-stonishing, a-stonishing!" "Think it's pretty bad, do you?" |
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