. Congressman Pumphrey, the people's friend. ii6. XVII Washington, D. C, May 27.—We hada friendly little game of poker last night,Senator Octopus, Colonel Bunker, and agentleman from New York—I didntcatch his name—and, as usual, my luckwas with me. Octopus and Bunker al-ways lose when I play with them, and theNew Yorker didnt seem to pay much at-tention to the game. I cleaned up a little over a thousandII17 CONGRESSMAN PUMPHREY dollars—making something over sixthousand that Ive won from the senatorand Bunker since December. ProbablyI ought to feel good. Octopus asked meif I didnt have a son. Y
. Congressman Pumphrey, the people's friend. ii6. XVII Washington, D. C, May 27.—We hada friendly little game of poker last night,Senator Octopus, Colonel Bunker, and agentleman from New York—I didntcatch his name—and, as usual, my luckwas with me. Octopus and Bunker al-ways lose when I play with them, and theNew Yorker didnt seem to pay much at-tention to the game. I cleaned up a little over a thousandII17 CONGRESSMAN PUMPHREY dollars—making something over sixthousand that Ive won from the senatorand Bunker since December. ProbablyI ought to feel good. Octopus asked meif I didnt have a son. Yes, said I, with considerable have one of the finest boys on the foot-stool. He graduates from our state uni-versity in June. Well, Pumphrey, said the senator,Ive taken a fancy to you, and if hesanything like you I want him to learn therailroad business on my road. Well makea millionaire of him in a few years, andhell soon be able to buy and sell us all. The senator laughed genially as he said this, and I laughed, too, for Octopu
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