Judge — March 25, 1916 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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The burglar—Hully Gee ! WITHOUT PARSIMONY in, Jim,” said Gov- ernor Nelson Dinglefield The person addressed as Jim—being no less an_ individ- ual than the Gov- | ernor’s secretary —replied: ‘*No need to read it, “Governor—I know it all by heart. What you said was this: “Sinecures L % N 4 \\ — must be done away with. The ax must be driven to the root. Strict economy, without parsimony, is the supreme duty of the hou “Hm!” said Governor Dinglefield. ‘or Fellows was in,” said the “Ts he in favor of the economy program?” “Well, he isn’t for it in any bigoted way, Governor Dinglefield replied. “I talked with him about this salary standardization idea. I asked him why one man should get more from the state than another man, who does the same work.” “What did he say to that?’ secre “He asked me who was the other man,” said Governor Dinglefield. “Didn't I hear Senator Fellows quoting scripture to you?” the secretary inquired. “Why, yes,” said Governor Dinglefield, ked the By ALBERT BE. HOYT Since that Ezekiel episode, we all do it, you know. I did, myself; I told the § that we simply must cut down salaries and do away with superfluous places, and then I said, a little leaven leaveneth the whole lump.” “Did that convert him?” “Well, no, I am afraid not,” said the Governor. “He told me that he who provides not for his own is worse than a heathen.” Jn that basis,” remarked the Governor's secretary, enator Fellows lacks several hundred good jobs, for his constituents, of being a heathen!” “Jim,” asked the Governor, “have you been over that appropriation memorandum again, to sce where we can persuade them to cut out a few millions?” The secretary was about to reply when the telephone rang. “North Silo calling— Senator Clingwater wants to talk with you, Governor,” the operator said. The Governor took the phone: That you, Clingwater? Up home over Sunday, ch? How is Mrs. Clingwater? Give her my regard tion for your district? Why y noticing that—$300,000, isn’t it? I intended to sce you today or tomorrow and ask you to cut that in two, senator. You know we simply must reduce appropriations this year, and last year you had— What's Simply got to increase the item to This will save me buying Mame an Easter bouquet ! $500,000? Our improved highways lead straight to the White House? Oh, pshaw, Clingwater! You will have your joke. Well, come in tomorrow and we'll talk it over and see what can be done.” Governor Dinglefield put down the receiver. “Do you know, Jim,” said he, “what is the most momentous question before this state today?” “The most momentous question?” asked “Sure—do we get time for the secretary. lunch today? That’s not it,”” said Governor Dingle- field, “although that is a question. The great big question, Jim, is this: Is it cheaper to move the State road over to Clingwater than it would be to move Clingwater over to the State road? Going to lunch with me?” he added. “Can't just now,” said the secretary. Governor Dinglefield disappeared, through the private entrance—furtively, like a hunted man. It was the closing hours of the legislative session, a period when as all men know a Governor has no rights to at, to sleep, or to take time to think, which ought to be respected by the humblest. When he returned to his office, the secretary said: ‘Assemblyman McSwatt was in.” “McSwatt?” said the Governor. “Is there a stream, a rivulet, or a section of the canal, in McSwatt’s district, that hasn’t been bridged at public expense?” There’s one, anyhow, replied the secretary. ‘“That’s what McSwatt wanted to see you about. Oh, good afternoon, comicbooks.com