A. He was the Father of his country, and he never told a lie.
Q. Would you like to be a soldier?
A. Yes.
Q. If we let you take part in the government of our country, what ticket would you vote?
A. The Republican ticket. My father is a Republican.
Q. What would you do if you had ten cents?
A. I’d go to see Charley Chaplin in the moving-picture show.
Q. Thank you. You can step down.
A. Yes, sir. Where is my ten cents?
And now, gentlemen, you have heard the witness. He has told the truth—and nothing but the truth—and he would have told the whole truth if I had not been vigilant in defence of your modesty. He is, as he says, a foreigner, incompletely naturalized. In certain directions his development has proceeded rapidly. He shows a patriotism and a sense of political principles which are quite as mature as most of ours. But in other directions there is much to be desired. He does not know what kind of world it is he lives in, nor has he any knowledge of how he could best take his place, with the most satisfaction to himself and his fellow-men, in that world—whether as farmer or engineer, poet or policeman, or in the humbler but none the less necessary capacities of dustman or dramatic critic.