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Show lii. CANNONJN ACTION. in uole Joe's" Animated Gestnres-There 'U a Nothing Like Them in the House of Congress. IS A VERY AMUSING ORATOR. ! I js j la (f He Shakes His Finger-How Sam Cox Stopped His Pointing-Instantaneous Camera Cuts. , -XT ASilliTON, July 8.-1 8.-1 I Iu tho American house tUe jf I of conimoiis there are I a'J0U,; !l dozen orators I I aud two or three million III I K(!Stl"-,l3S- t)nly one of If ll iheso orators embraces f W within bimself all of ihu niochaiiical auxiliaries to ,iiouee. Need I say. that this : at American ge.sUctilator is the ilar lVi tho ardent, tho rhetorical mem-ore mem-ore 'from Uanvijlo, the Hon. Joseph Cannon? Mr. Cannon's repertoire of -, gestures is com- PrJ prehensive and rii complete. He is yJmiTL the mod.l for nil Avu'Ifl "sPirintf youths, I Ki ft the object lessen f l'lU. which nil new-4 new-4 H !fe comers in the fb- vis4 'W'l rensi; field care- j rrAr-f- fully study. I" J '-'shCdr Wlien Mn Can" ' As 'mJr$i ,lon rises in ' j, tw$M wat and calmly j ar ff -j j, addresses the pre- I ia- ''('''' siding officer' lis Speaker:" tQere js little pre- : to meet L ncle Joe with hard gloves?" fe": chis movement. pomta hls finger at his nnarinary enetn.es on the other side of the.haH, S keeps it thus pointed 'h an fcffitfjKys energy and per-I'SfT per-I'SfT 6isfncy which rouse the adinira-pfy adinira-pfy Wtim of U the ."ij7LfeNA 8Portsmen in the 7i house. "There," ' friend tho stran- f&?J 1 gw, "is Uncle y Joe's f rst gost- , . . re. When he That S whit your party firet came to gress, alKiut fif-twn fif-twn years ago, that was the only motion he had. Ho brought it out on ull occasions. occa-sions. One day he leveled his finger toward to-ward the Democrats across the aisle, and happened to point directly toward the late Sam Cox peace to his ashes. Cox jumped from Ins saut as if he had been shot and dropped under his desk, crying out as he did so: "Don't do that ! Don't do that it Might go off!" This sally was met with roars of laughter, in which Uncle Joe heartily joined. But it cured him. Yes, sir, it cured him of pointing. He at once went to work evolving his present system, iu which years of practice prac-tice have made liim perfect. He never dared resume pointing till after poor Sam Cox was devid and buried." By this time Mr. Cannon has tired of prancing about in tho aisle, menacing bis enemies. Much of his energy has j been expended in rV"!1 mauling rails, M ' driving spikes, Eiifa3fZs cartwheeling bis iwPYt finger, and in im- ifOfeyA itating the old-fashioned old-fashioned wind- , LA .A mill with his long 7 arms. But plenty of energy still re- IA mains, and he J( "vTl quicklyfollows ' menace with at- "Ah, my fronds, thut will tack. Rushing never do." along toward the Democratic side of the house, overturning a chair and upsetting two or three cuspidores as he goes, he finally pauses near the aisle, which is neutral ground between the two armies, and there stands as if daring the bravest of the foe to cross the line and meet him in deadly combat. Now his manner changes again, and with one foot upon a chair and his arms outstretched entreatingly he appeals to tthe gentlemen of the opposition to think as he thinks to have some reason and understanding. under-standing. In tilis stage Mr. Cannon Can-non is winsome, even fascinating. A sweet smile dances npon his mouth, his eyes sparkle with good humor. But none of the foe will respond. Not a man would come over and m - fight him, nor "There's the record: read will any rise in it for yourselves.." his place and confess con-fess himself -in. the wrong. Whereupon the orator's mood changes once more, as the sky in the west changes at the approach ap-proach of a funnel shaped cloud. He warns the opposition of the consequences of their jierversity, their folly, which he declares will "never, never do," and in his eamness to impress this upon their minds' shakes his head till the stranger in the gallery becomes alarmed at tho prospect of beholding a suicide by de- w I lidtiun of the storm .that is to come. 1 1; for his curling lip and flashing eyo !e 1 1 stranger in the gallery might be mis- II into supposing this another dull and 11- I l'nsy BP8aer nt worth hearing on a t 1 1 summer day. To miss healing one is II Mr. Cannon's speeches is to visit it llrishington in vain, and if the stranger n live experienced friends at hand they ie 111 him by the coat tail and bid him Ul'he stranger is amply repaid for fol-j9 fol-j9 Hiving their advice, for in another mo Dnt this incar- . '9 Bfion of gesture ' r Is said good-by jpy n I his seat and ;o H;en up position pA JFi h the aisle. Here lnJ ffpf ' stands, with xhJfti$ ' her hand rest- upon a desk, V tvuV-VV J i nervous, t" SNJiM. t ,. itching of his 'fy, . e' gers alone in- ffiigx ating the im- KEMlf: t iience of his WM kzi l il. He is eager V$$K & 0 f - the moment K which his wm, m rds shall have ."Never, sir! Nsvwl- ujfht on the serious business of the 'ment the mechanical eloquence in lich he so delights. A few more sendees sen-dees and this moment has arrived. Up nes the strong right arm, and the or-ir, or-ir, with that member raised aloft, be-as be-as shaking his index finger. Reproduced by instantaneous camera it finger, describes the upper half of a tcart wheel in motion. mo-tion. You know the spokes .are there, but you cannot see them. The stranger in the gallery becomes be-comes alarmed. "Th e man will , lose his finger j he will shake it off!" exclaims the ; t,-' ..:,r:r-B stranger. But flPJ his friends only 'Mi'' laugh nuil tell m talking sense to you him the story of now:" a new page whom capitation. The wicked foe staring blankly at Mr. Cannon or smiling incredulously as if doubting their own sins, tho orator rushes to his desk, picks up a book and raises it where all may see. This is ono of his greatest acts, one in which the art of gesticulation reaches its cliinax the right arm as -xf rigid as the ped- , 7"n estal of "Liberty Enlightening tho p3 I World," the left h j sinuous and snake &''j&J f1 I like, tempting the 7jZr enemy to behold f . and bo destroyed. l$L A smile of tri- MfiM$ I umpli is upon the WYK' orator's face as he Mv rssnmes that tho Kuemy are as r-'hi. ; K much discomfited :4MifJjp , as he thinks they HifMwK ought to be. Then BR ff he shakes the vol- WMMfo V nine violently in :-'feJ. well simulated ..TheHe are the facts:" indignation till tho leaves drop out and flutter to the floor like exaggerated snowflnkes. Bnt no snow or storm can cool the ardor of tho orator. Ho is afire and must burn out. A few more gyrations, a few hard blows at an imaginary antagonist with the now sadly wrecked book as a weapon, and the volume w flung npon a desk with bo much violence that the ink will slop over and the penholders danco a jig with the eraser. Then Mr. Cannon sits down, the coolest man in the honse, and there is applause on the floor and in the galleries. gal-leries. Walter Wellmas. I waggish member once sent round to 'rf Cannon's desk to pick up that gen-man's gen-man's lost finger. . Meanwhile the orator has reached an-ber an-ber stage of his object lesson in the pos-iiilities pos-iiilities of gesti-dation. gesti-dation. Now he emphasizing a W$& ' iiticularly em-uiticandbellig- JtW ent sentence, ffliujwif ul as each word jpjjsj :v forth, the ppfk hand, on jfv bich all five fin- Kl Wjs remain, falls' ffl? IrZ -avily upon the m'' W-SS ' oulder of Mr.m II arquhar, 0lL. 'ew York, w-hoTyi. so nnfortnnatell'''!M ; to sit hard by. mt 0W-' 'r. F a r q u h ar e ,'e 'voa,t stand ,t... lows Mr. Can- 'U. nnd he knows what is coming. Ho lows that Mr. Cannon's blows of ern-lads ern-lads have a crescendo movement that y gradually gather force and increase 1 recklessness and he soon retreat:! ;aid tho smiles of his moro fortunate Hsrhbors. Yet Mr. Camion must strike some-ing some-ing with his bauds, and he instinctively oks about him for another victim. dgo Caldwell, of Cincinnati, is sitting 'use by, but ho is a lame man, and the "-tor is too brave and manly to strike 'in. Mr. McKiuley is also conveniently ar, but no one was ever known to slap ie back of the leader of the honse, nor call him "Bill." Mr. Henderson, of niinois, was in TjV. the next seat a 3 moment ago, but ifCtz he also is experi-l-si-L- enced, and when he saw his friend "JM M and colleague 'iPr--? $ rise he had con-1 con-1 eluded discretion & W was the better ( t- part of valor and MT- L1 disappeared. tVtsM' SSa Thus left without '. a human striking Japival to the other side." bag Mr. Cannon -gins to pound the air. Now more -ice and warlike than ever be draws -a right fist to his Moulder and then -ids it forth like a prize fightar whois 1 r.t t out the finishing touches npon I |