While we are at it, let’s put the case stronger than that.
What’s being Speaker of the House to living in a town like Thomson, whose name the outside world spells in seven different ways?
What’s being Speaker of the House to having a fat knave and a lean sneak doing business under your name in such a den as Town Topics?
What’s being Speaker of the House to having the fat knave and the lean sneak virtually tell the world, in a magazine bearing your name, that you are wealthy and therefore could afford to work for them for nothing?
What’s being Speaker of the House to having your own friends invited, by the Secretary of your National Committee, to come round to the SIDE DOOR of the Town Topics den, and drop ten dollars, each, into the Mann-hole?
Dear me! When it comes to claiming credit for not cussing, I could name several things that dwarf the proportions of the Speakership of the House.
Mr. Roosevelt went down to Panama to take a look at that big ditch which nobody seems to be digging very fast. Thus far the trench appears to be just large enough to hold the millions of dollars that the taxpayers are pouring into it.
While he was down there it is to be hoped that Mr. Roosevelt gave close scrutiny to the place where the administration of Jules Grevy, President of the Republic of France, slid into that same ditch. By marking the place, carefully, Mr. Roosevelt may possibly prevent his own administration from tumbling into the same hole.
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They are raising a rumpus in Government circles because the liquor dealers are bottling whiskey in bottles—bearing the official stamp—that do not contain full measure.