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Show THAT DEMOCRATIC BANQUET. The funeral baked meats left over from the last election, thanks to the cold spell, did finally furnish forth the Commercial club tables. Under the exhilaration of the lights, the company and the beverages, the savants grew joyous and all . the speeches had a hopeful tone, presaging future victories. Sisyphus, so the legend runs, for sins of omission and commission, was sentenced at death to roll a huge stone up a high hill in hades, the promise being that if once he succeeded in crossing cross-ing the apex of the hill, all the delight of Elysium should thenceforth be his. The story runs that after this exercise on the part of Sisyphus had been going on for several sev-eral centuries, a stranger passing along the avenue ave-nue asked him about the work he was doing. Sisyphus explained and told the stranger that if he could but once get the boulder over the summit, sum-mit, then Elysian fields would dawn for him. "But if you never succeed?" asked the stranger; stran-ger; "what then?" "Then," said Sisyphus, "I still will have the everlasting hope." Just then the stone came bounding back. |