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THE GREAT EXPANSIONIST
By Rev. Thomas B. Gregory.
* January 25, 1786.
One hundred and twenty-six years ago
today—January 25, 1786—Thomas Jef
ferson, at the time our minister to France,
wrote a letter to Archibald Stuart, calling
his attention to the condition of affairs
between the Alleghanies and the Missis
sippi, and in the course of his letter Mr.
Jefferson said: “I fear that the people
of Kentucky think of separating not
only from Virginia (in which they are
right), but also from the Confederacy.
I own I should think this a most calam
itous event, and such a one as every good
citizen on both sides should set himself
against. Our present Federal limits are
not too large for good government, nor
will the increase of votes in congress pro
duce any ill effect. On the contrary, it
will drown the little divisions at present
existing there. Our Confederacy must
be viewed as the nest from which all
America, North and South, is to be peo
ple. ’ ’
We have here in this letter of Jeffer
son tho fountain-head of the expansion
idea—not “imperialism” (that was a
word that Jefferson would have scorned
and detested), but the broadening out
of American ideas and principles until
they covered the whole American con
tinent.
Jefferson’s expansionist ideas were
strongly expressed in his first inaugural
address, when he said:
“My -countrymen, we are rapidly ad
vancing to destinies beyond the reach of
mortal eye.”
Several years before he had said to
Madison, “I venture to say that the art
which abandons the navigation of the
Mississippi is an act to separate between
the Eastern and Western country. ’ ’ With
sublime desperation Jefferson held on to
the great river, and he did it because he
felt that the great West was destined to
be a part of his country.
He was thinking of Louisiana long be
fore that great province became ours;
and when he found out that Napoleoh
was ready to part with the vast area he
immediately authorized to purchase, with
out waiting for the consent of anybody.
He knew that curses and imprecations
would be heaped upon him for his act,
but he also knew that fundamentally, he
was in the right—and he went ahead, re
gardless of what might come to him in
the way of abuse.
The more we learn of Thomas Jeffer
son the bigger does he seem to us. Dis
tance only adds to the massiveness of the
man. And the more thoroughly the
archives are searched the clearer becomes
his patriotism. He was a genuine Ameri
can, believing in, and ever contending
for, the very bedrock principles upon
which true Americanism rests, and must
ever rest.
He had faith in the people, and was
not afraid to trust them in the great
untried experiment of self-government.
While others trembled, he stood firm in
the conviction that the people are able
to take care of themselves; and that with
an educated electorate, the future is safe.
Our country ’b annals show none greater
than Jefferson.
Even a small man may have a large
opinion of himself.
SOME PEOPLE LAUGH AT
THESE.
The famour White Leghorn hen own
ed by John Brohan, of Glenville, has
performed another remarkable feat. Mr.
and Mrs. Brohan went to Brooklyn last
night to attend a wedding and did not
return home until today. Their son was
alone all night and would have over
slept had not the hen tapped on his win
dow with her beak and awakened him.
While the boy was dressing the hen
laid a fresh egg for his breakfast and
helped do chores around the house. When
the boy was ready for school he locked
the door and gave the key to the hen,
who placed it under her wing and hid
it there until Mr. and Mrs. Brohan re
turned. The letter carrier, grocer and
butcher tried to get into the house, but
the hen flew at them and drove them off.
With such a hen around Mr. Brohan
has no fear of leaving his house alone.
‘ ‘ They do say that some men like to
eat crow, especially about election time, ’ ’
remarked a Cleveland man the other day
as he looked at a few hundred sparrows
flitting about the square. “But when a
fellow doesn’t know the difference be
tween crow and duck he isn’t much of a
hunter. ’ ’
The man was talking to a number of
sportsmen, among them being M. J. Hin-
kel, went up around Sandusky Bay in
quest of mallard, teal or redheads. By
some sharp maneuvering the other hunt
ers managed to separate themselves from
Hinkel, who claims he’s second to no
shot in Ohio. By and by they hear the
‘caw caw’ of a big flock of crows, and
in quick succession followed two reports
of a shotgun.
“ ‘That's Matt shooting crows for
ducks, ’ said one of the detached party.
“And sure enough it was, for when
they later met Sportsman Hinkel they
opened his game bags and there were
some crows.
“ ‘Fine, aren’t they, boys! Nicest
black teal- ducks I ever saw; going to
give a feast to some of my friends when
I go home,’ gleefully remarked Matt.”
Who ate the crows for ducks is not
yet known.
For a good many years President
Taft’s weight has stayed close to the
300-pound mark, sometimes a little less,
sometimes a trifle more.
On one occasion, when he was Gover
nor of the Philippines, an old friend
stopped off from a trip around the world,
and, accordingly to the custom of old
friends, proceeded to hand out a bunch
of “taffy” to the big man.
“Well, Bill,” he said, finally, “I
wouldn’t worry about the heat out here.
People tell me it’s taking the flesh off
you in great style.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” said Taft,
greatly pleased. “Of course, it’s a lie—
but tell it to me again.”
“That Jones boy who used to work
for you wants to hire out to me. Is he
steady ’t’
“Steady! If he was any steadier
he’d be motionless.”
A drunken barber While shaving a
minister cut him. “ There 1 you see
what drink doesl ” exclaimed the divine.
“Yes,” replied the barber, “it does
make the skin tender.”
“I wonder why the soldiers are in.
Texas!” began the patrolman affably.
The man sitting next to him in the
car appeared to be surprised. “I didn’t
know there were any sodiers in Texas,”
he said.
“Didn’t know there were soldiers in
Texas!” said the officer. “Say, give
me your name and address. You will
be wanted on a jury one of these days.”
WHEN WOMEN VOTE.
“Jane Samantha,” said the husband,
as he donned his hat and coat, “I would
offer a suggestion ere you go to cast your
vote. We have had a bitter struggle
through this strenuous campaign, and
the issues are important and they stand
out clear and plain. Col. Whitehead
stands for progress—for the uplift that
we need; he invites investigation of his
every word and deed. He’s opposed to
all the ringsters and graft of every kind;
he’s a man of spotless record, clean and
pure in heart and mind. His opponent,
Major Bounder, stands for all that I
abhor; plunder, ring rule and corruption
will see him working for; all the plug-
gers and the heelers stood by him in this
campaign—so I ask your vote for White-
head and the uplift, dearest Jane. ’ ’
‘ ‘ William Henry, ’ ’ said the housewife,
“I am sorry to decline, but the wife of
Col. Whitehead never was a friend of
mine. Last July she gave a party—you
recall her Purple Tea!—and invited all
the neighbors, but she said no word to
me. I don’t care about your issue or
your uplift or your ring, but I won’t sup
port the husband of that silly, stuck-up
thing! ’ ’
Major Bounder was the victor on that
day of stress and strife, for it seemed
that many women didn’t like the Col
onel’s wife.—Walt Mason.
HE STUTTERED TOO.
Three strangers were in the Pullman
smoker, when one . of them turned to an
other and asked:
“H-How f-f-f-far is it t-t-to P-P-P-
Pittsburg!”
The man addressed made no reply, but
got up and left the car. The stutterer
then turned to the third man, who gave
him tho information.
A few moments afterward the third
man met the one who had left the car,
and said:
‘ ‘ See here! Why did you go out with
out answering, when that man asked you
a civil question!”
“D-D-Do you think I w-w-wanted to
g-g-g-get m-my head knocked off” was
the answer.
WHY HE WOULDN’T OBEY
ORDERS.
An Irish hod carrier was carrying
mortar to the top of a skyscraper which
was being built. One day he went up
and couldn’t find his way down. The
boss missed him and called up to him.
“Pat,” he said, “why don’t you
eome down!”
“1 don’t know the way,” replied Pat.
“Why, come down the way you went
up.”
“Faith and I’ll not,” said Pat;
“sure, I came up head first.”