JOE. Well, that ain't all of it.
JIM. What ain't?
JOE. Why, they put them blamed telegrams up at the convention—I didn't see them till the fust ballot was over, and they'd nominated me—
MRS. VERNON. For Jefferson, Joe?
JOE. [In great excitement.] Yes, for the Legislature.
Cheers from CROWD.
JIM. There, Kate, do you hear that? Now, what's the use cryin'?
JOE. And I made a speech—
MRS. VERNON. Git out.
JOE. Git out yourself—