Humorous stories; Newspapers -- Fiction; United States -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction
"I set with a very nice lady as asked me as soon as she see the little
flag if I knowed how to tell a ham as has got consumption from one as
has n't. I told her I did n't an' she talked about that till we got to
town, which made the journey far from interestin' an' is goin' to make
it very hard for me to eat ham all the rest of my life. Then we got out
an' I got rid of her, but that did n't help me much, for I got two
others as see the little flag right off an' they never got off nor let
up on me. I was took to a table as they had settin' in the station
handy, put in their own private census an' then give two books an' a map
an' seven programs an' a newspaper an' a rose, all to carry along with
my own things, an' then a little woman with a little black bag as had
noticed the little flag too took me away, an' said I need n't bother
about a thing for I could go with her an' welcome.
[Illustration: "'A lady come up, looked at my flag, an' asked me if I
was a delegate or an alternative.'" _Page_ 119]
"I did n't want to go with her, welcome or not, but they all seemed
pleased with the arrangement, so I went with her, an' I was more'n a
little mad for every time I dropped the rose or a program, tryin' to get
rid of them, she'd see it an' pick it up an' give it back to me. We
walked a little ways in that pleasant way an' then she asked me how I
was raisin' my children, an' I said I did n't have none. She said, 'Oh
my, what would Mr. Roosevelt say to that?' and I said it was n't his
affair nor no other man's. I may in confidence remark as by this time I
was gettin' a little warm, Mrs. Lathrop.
"We come to the convention hall after a good long walk an' I was quite
hot two ways by that time, for I was mad an' awful tired too. The little
woman left me then an' a lady come up, looked at my flag, an' asked me
if I was a delegate or an alternative 'cause it was important to know
right off in the beginnin'. I told her I was for Mrs. Macy an' she got
out a book an' looked in it very carefully to see for sure whether to
believe me or not an' then she told me to go on in. There was a door as
squeaked an' they pushed me through it an' I found myself, bag, flag an'
all, in the convention.
"Well, Mrs. Lathrop, I never see the beat of that place in all my life.
They'd done what they could to make it cheerful an' homelike by paintin'
it green at one end but it was plain to be seen as the paint soon give
out an' towards the top the man as was paintin' must of give out too,
for he just finished up by doing a few circles here an' there an' then
left it mainly plain. Below was all chairs an' they'd started to
decorate with banners but they'd given out on banners even quicker than
on paint an' the most of the hall was most simple.
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