. Book of the Royal blue . as Hon., and we were frequentlyinterviewed, when we dropped into Chicago orSt, Paul or City, on the vital issues of theday. Fame seemed almost A\ithin our grasp,but the fickle jade fooled us after all. ^\e wereever willing to furnish an object lesson of theofiice seeking the man, but the office ne\-er gotas far down the block as our abiding place, andthe man who got the nomination invarial]lycame around for us to help boost him into thejob. We did this for several years; then ourdisposition soured, we packed our grip, turnedour printing plant ove
. Book of the Royal blue . as Hon., and we were frequentlyinterviewed, when we dropped into Chicago orSt, Paul or City, on the vital issues of theday. Fame seemed almost A\ithin our grasp,but the fickle jade fooled us after all. ^\e wereever willing to furnish an object lesson of theofiice seeking the man, but the office ne\-er gotas far down the block as our abiding place, andthe man who got the nomination invarial]lycame around for us to help boost him into thejob. We did this for several years; then ourdisposition soured, we packed our grip, turnedour printing plant over to the mortgagee, got ajob on a salary and let fame go chase itselfafter other ambitious but deluded citizens. We began ha\ing fun with the brethrenthroughout the countiy. and took liberties wi(heverybody, from embryo statesmen to townsiteproprietors, general passenger agents and alder-men. Then the hitherto indifferent public beganto take notice. The fame which had eluded omeager search for years, now that we had turned. our back on it, womanlike began to woo backto its fickle feet. Still we stood firm. The countiy press alter-nately praised and roasted our humble efforts,but we paiil no heed to either praise or roast;the amateur poet indited lame and haltingverse in our honor, but it moved us not; the pow-ers that be hoisted that salary check a notchor two, but still we refused to swell with thepride that once had been our wont when thingsseemed to be coming our way; we flatteredourself—or ourselves, accord-ing as you have been raised—that we had at last reachedthat enviable philosophicalstate of mind where naughtcould swell us up or cast usdown. But we counted withoutour host. One day a modesttwo-line itiMu in a Bismarckpaper caught our eye. It saida new town out on the slope had been chris-tened by the name which wehad guarded so carefully foryears in the hope that wemight some day nail it untar-nished high up on the scaffold of fame. Still our pulsesth
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