To cut the long story short, the lady was ordered out of the White House, and when she kept her seat she was seized upon by three white men and one negro and forcibly dragged out. Her silk dress was torn, her ornaments scattered, her flesh bruised. The white men pulled her by the arms and shoulders, the negro held her by the legs; she was dragged through the mud to a cab, thrown into it like a common criminal and driven off to a criminal’s resort, the House of Detention. A more shocking outrage has never been committed at the White House. It was indecent, it was brutal, it was despotic, it was violative of all democratic usage and of every human consideration. The poor lady was so terribly frightened, so rudely handled, subjected to such a public and unprovoked humiliation that she was thrown into a fever and confined to her bed for many days. No—I have already stated that it was not _your_ sister, or _your_ mother or _your_ wife whose legs were held by Roosevelt’s nigger while his three white ruffians dragged her, screaming, through the mud, and flung her, bruised and frantic, into a cab to be driven off as criminals are driven. _But it might have been._ And when you consider the incident from that point of view you will admire the courage with which Senator Ben Tillman denounced the outrage, while you regard with utter scorn the cowardly attitude of the great majority in both branches of Congress who were afraid to say what they thought. Mr. Roosevelt was not originally responsible for the outrage, but he chose to become so by his refusal to express any regrets at the occurrence, and by his failure to rebuke the brutes who were guilty of such needless violence to a respectable visitor at a public office which belonged as much to her as to anybody else on this earth. [Illustration: _Maximum and Minimum Benefits, at Least_ _There is talk of congress adopting the maximum and minimum tariff plan. Haven’t we something of that sort in force now._ _Bart., in Minneapolis Journal_] [Illustration: _The Builder of the City_ _Tom L. Johnson_—“_That, sir, is the root of all municipal mischief, and it must be dug out clean!_” _Bengough, in The Public_] [Illustration: “EVERYBODY WORKS FOR RYAN” _F. Opper, in N. Y. American_] [Illustration: Lookin’ T’wards Home BY HELEN FRANCES HUNTINGTON] “No, we ain’t a’needin’ any more hands right now,” said Polly Ann in a brisk, business-like voice that discouraged prolixity on the part of the loitering applicant whom Polly knew to be unreliable from a working point of view, for he bore all the outward marks of shiftlessness which her eyes had been trained to discern at one comprehensive glance. “I reckon I’d as well wait an’ see the boss,” was the hopeful answer. “It won’t do no good to wait, ’cause he ain’t got no work for you,” Polly reiterated with dry patience. “’Sides, the boss is too busy to waste any time outside o’ business.”