Calyx . e hold-ing a mass conventions to name class officers. The delegates believed that it was theirconvention, but a motion made by a sovereign not in the ring was instantly caught uponthe jagged prong of a pre-arranged point of order and pitched over the parliamentaryfence into the muck pile of oblivion. The fair-haired Chairman painted the air with reeking rhetoric and perfumed it withpatriotic platitudes, and the sweltering delegated wrestled desperately with rules oforder and there was a fierce and furious eruption of inflamed grammar and rasping ora-tory and pandemonium reigned supreme
Calyx . e hold-ing a mass conventions to name class officers. The delegates believed that it was theirconvention, but a motion made by a sovereign not in the ring was instantly caught uponthe jagged prong of a pre-arranged point of order and pitched over the parliamentaryfence into the muck pile of oblivion. The fair-haired Chairman painted the air with reeking rhetoric and perfumed it withpatriotic platitudes, and the sweltering delegated wrestled desperately with rules oforder and there was a fierce and furious eruption of inflamed grammar and rasping ora-tory and pandemonium reigned supreme in the convention. Motions came thick and fast,only to be stabbed and laid upon the table. The deadly point or order, that ruthlessinstrument of parliamentary torture, gleamed like the shining sword of Damocles andcleaver arguments asunder. Resolutions were born to be murdered and multiplied de-ceased amendments choked and dammed the surrent of the convention like rotten drift-wood in a stagnant Page Tico hundred thirty-six
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