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Show WITH A HOPE FOR THE BEST Elevator Man Willing to Concede That Republicans Might Be 8aved. As tho elevator ascended In re-sponso re-sponso to Mr, Topfloor's ring on tho morning of olectlon day ho hoard tho elevator "boy" humming chcorfully under his breath. "That's a lino song you aro singing, Algernon," ho remarked. "It 1b n hymn?" "Yessab, dat am a hymn. It 'bout do mos' benutltules' In do hymn book, I t'lnk. 'Wot do wo'ds?' Doso Is do wo'ds," and with appropriate gestures ho repnted them. "What wero thoso lines about death, Algornon?" nsked Air. Topfloor. "Say thorn ovor." And Algornon, with arms oxtendod and eyes rolled up, recited dramatically: "Oh, L'd, I stretch man nan's to thee Savo run t'om English death." "'English donthl' What's that?" demanded Mr. Torlloor. "I nover could fin' out Jot' w'ot dat was, Md. Topfloo', but It means somo-t'ln' somo-t'ln' ralght bad, I reckon. Mebbo It moan do obcrllHtin' fl'cs." "Mayboo It docs," agreed Mr. Top-floor, Top-floor, and to change tho subject ho inquired in-quired If Algornon hnd voted yot. "YeBsah, I voted bofo' I como to wu'k dls mornlu'. DIs on'y do secos tlmo In mah life I's voted. Do ful tlmo wns las' 'lection day. I made up mah mln' den dat It was mah dooty to vote I owes It to mah wlfo an' fam'ly. Evo'y ono dat knows nnyt'ln' ought to voto, an' ct yo' hns any business busi-ness or wu'ko at somet'ln', do wny I doos at dls elevator, votln' do bos' way to mnko you'so'f known to do public. pub-lic. Oh, Ah's a Dcm'crnt, sah, an' 1 votes de Dum'crat tlckot r-n-l g-h-t t'ro. Dem'crats is de bes'; Republicans day nln' much good, nohow. Yo'! Is yo' u Itopubllcnn? An' Is you' fam'ly Ho-publicans? Ho-publicans? Woll, well w'ot doo yo' t'ink o' dat! Yo' cert'ny don' soem liko yo was ono, sah; nuther do Mis' Topfloo'; an' I reckon dnt w'en do good Lo'd como to Jedgo de Hopub-llcans Hopub-llcans ho gwlno to mnko rcscrlralna-tlons, rcscrlralna-tlons, so somo ob dom will bo saved." Now York I'resB. |
