St. Louis Post-Dispatch
January 19, 1919

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d- (Copyright by R. L. Gola wernt Sexi “or tase by H C. Fisher. U.S. Pat. Office.) 3so8 yoeErR! of the World. 1 Y young men in this vil- e’s old Squire Gaddup's_ de once took a chorus | usy Bee’ cafe.”’ al cutup.” by gosh, he’s still g¢ eck to prove it!"—Bir- e-Herald. = ‘Pek. : % § ~% = Pa | ms . fe eee er a) o> : os Ve POS Ia . SA « S * tye ta rg eis, ee oF 3 e e a - P Se a * Bn'g* © a 0 es a* 0 des" te « a OSS SSO ae ~ oe & we a (2/7 Lad ne — UNDAY ST LOUIS POST-DISPATCH SONS. a 3g —, LDS EEE ccc Cad a Ee aaa eae *: Se |Ge eneral N CWsi_ “- ee , rode to Warrenton, Va., and got back to the White? House at 8:30 p. m. Here is an anecdote told by the Rev. George C. Richmond, an Episcopal clergyman, in a sermon in Syracuse, May 3, 1903. He said: : “When President Roosevelt was graduated from Harvard and went home to New York, he decided, as thoughtful men often to, to devote part of his energy and ability to the work of the church. He had been born and bred into that branch of Chris- tianity known as the Dutch Reformed Church. But at this point in his life he decided to give his strength, vitality and sympathy to the Episcopal | Church, which, in his mind, had the best field tt et ee el ea ee a a ee ee ee ee Famous Epigrams Uttered by Roosevelt HEODORE Roosevelt was a great maker of epigrams. The short and pithy J gpcetee of his coinage now are part of the lanauge of the country. It will be long before any one who sees or hears the words “Bully!” and “Dee-light- ed!” or the phrase, “the strenuous life” Some of the striking expressions of pointed use that, although he did not sociated with him instead of the author, follow: ‘‘Speak softly,. but carry a Big Stick.’’ This was his early definition of his political erecd. And for years thereafter no cartoon of the Colonel was considered complete unless it entained the artist’s conception of the Big Stick. * ‘‘My hat is in the ring,’’ was the way he announced he was a candidate for President. ‘*My spear knows no brother,’’ was a quo- tation that he used so effectively that it gen- erally is associated with him. ‘*Perdicaris alive or Raisuli dead,’’ was the Roosevelt answer when the bandit Raisuli captured and held for ransom Perdicaris, an American citizen. ‘‘T have teeth and I can use them.’’ So said Roosevelt when he was arguing with Gen. Miles over the case of Rear Admiral Schley. ‘*The short and ugly word,’’ became a popu- lar phrase throughout the country just as soon as Roosevelt used it in his verbal brush with the late E. H. Harriman. ‘*Malefactors of great wealth,’’ was a phrase made famous by Roosevelt. ‘*Dam the law! Build the canal!’’ That is what Roosevelt said wheu his advisors started to tell him the legal obstacles in the way of linking the Atlantic and Pacific at Panama. ‘‘T am for the square deal’’ was one of the expressions in an early speech that gave the eountry a popular catchword, ‘*The police board does not make nor re- peal laws. It enforces them.’’ So said Roose- velt when he was Police Commissioner of New York City. And those were widely quoted words at the time. ‘*‘We stand at Armageddon and we battle cman — will not think at once of Col. Roosevelt. Col. Roosevelt’s meking, or of his so originate them, they always will be as- for the Lord.’’ When Roosevelt used that phrase to describe the political fight he and | his followers made in the so-called Bull Mose campaign there was great business of looking up Armageddon which was found in the Bible. **T feel like a Bull Moose,’’ whs an expres- sion that gave that name to the. Progressive wing of the Republican Party. ‘*Better faithful @ian famous,’’ was the | aphorism he evolved for himself when he en- | tered politics. ‘*I took the Canal Zone and let Congress debate,’’ was anothef widely quoted sentence. ‘*Never strfke soft. If you must hit a man, put him to sleep.’’ That was a sentiment frequently expressed by Roosevelt in his lat- ter day speeches. ‘*Some one asked me why I did not get an agreement with Columbia,’’ he said on an- other occasion. ‘‘They might just as well ask me why I do not nail cranberry jelly to the wall.’’ “‘If you ever print anything without my permission I shall deny it,’’ he said when newly inaugurated as Governor to newspaper reporters. And they remembered it. **I do not number party loyalty among my commandments.’’ This was one of his most famous expressions, made when he declared war on political bosses. **Weasel words,’’ was the phrase he ap- plied to Words of President Wilson. ‘*Mollycoddles!’’ ‘‘Ananias!’’ ‘‘Traitor!’’ ‘*Pussyfootert’’ ‘‘Cravens and Weaklings!’’ ‘*Muckrakers!’’ were among the superlatives that Col. Roosevelt put with verbs and names in public attaeks on those with whom he was displeased. for work. “To a man of his strenuous constitution, its mission in the present age, its chance for work among God's people of today, was, of course, the prevailing motive for his choice. He entered into the work of a;New York parish and took time to? pocket. Neither did Senator Chamberlain, who was pres- President, I'll He took it and put it in his ent. lend ‘you a cent.’ vest pocket. Neither did his secretary, Mr. So I volunteered: ‘Here, Mr. Loeb. said, in the American phrase with a decided English accent. sentence he explained. this real or Says Edward Liked Him. pretended indifference as to what the allies might decide to do about his{ ther, but for some reason’ he liked person. “They'll Never Get Me.” With a quiet smile, get me—alive, ' f&tatement that he was innocent of complicity in the outbreak of the world war, he would not welcome a court trial as offering an opportunity of clearing himself, if he could. But the ex-Crown Prince expressed and stubbornly clung to the opinion that ( | he would not get a square deal at a _. criminal trial, | French and the English had their Way.” _ “And I know it. me. Clemenceau and Lloyd George )eq in March, I knew we could not ee are looking for someone to put the _ Whole blame for the war on. They're looking for a scapegoat. picked my father and myself to be the goats. Clemenceau is a blood- thirsty old man.” be willing to face a jury on which . Americans were sitting, or a high- Clase neutral jury, he would not com- mit himself. sit tight on Wieringen as long as the Dutch will let him. man officer he was not free to go back to Germany. “Mind Own Business.” “Free enough,” he answered, “but It would not do me any good. Ger- ; Many would give _ *enough to the French. ‘The present Government is in such a kowtowing, hoot-locking frame of mind that they Would readily fulfil any much-discussed possibility of being) but “extradited”’ placed on criminal trial. IT asked what he thought about the{| of the war. He told me—not once several times-—-that Britain and( couldn’t put up wifh Germany’s tre- mendous economic and commercial development and that he _jntended to isolate Germany and squesze Ger- with the Kaiser “I don’t give a hang about it,” he teach the boys of the Sunday school. his church he met the spirit confounds a real, dievalism, the spirit of the unessential, blance of the real. Here in which shocks and true man, the spirit of me- the sem- In his next many hard. “ “King Edward didn’t like my fa- me very much. He used to call me ‘Willie, dear,’ and’ talked freely and frankly to me. “I was at the seashore with my family, playing tennis, flirting and indulging in the other usual summer pastimes when the news of the mur- der of the Archduke Francis Ferdi- nand came. i knew at once that that meant world war. Unlike many others, I knew that England would come in. I knew the British char- acter too well to misjudge them. “After the first battle of the Marne I steadfastly worked for peace, but was balked by a military clique. “Ludendorff was the driving power of the war and, as_ such, principally responsible for its pro- longation. “Before our great offensive react- , h “They'll never get me,” he said, “They'll never he repeated. I asked if, in view of his .reported u “certainly ;not if the w “They want my head,” he said. But they won't get win. And my Bavarian cousin (Prince Rupprecht) held the identi- And they've (cg] views that I did. Father Closed His Ears. “The highest leadership closed its the rubric required such a posture. to kneel, as those who noticed him watched with always have been proud of the fact that a Presi- chagrin. crowded around the rear platform of the train to* shake hands, catch the eye of a poor little heyippled girl in a patched frock, who was mak- ing frantic but hopeless efforts to reach him in the} dining room, barroom “and everything else. outskirts of the crowd, and, pushing aside all.the rest, make a way for her, to the great amazement of the curled darlings in the front row.” ™ ) Everybody was willing to obey; that is, everybody Why He Quit Church } “At several of the services he failed to bow when ) He waited? If they had left him alone he would) ave learned. These people were ill-bred in those { {manners which win men and make new souls. verbial. They told this young fellow of all his ways as they had watched him, and urged him to be more cor- rect. As a result, he left the church and threw p his work. He went back to that body of { Christians where manliness is worth more than manners and strength of character more than ritual.”’ Roosevelt once: for those Jacob A. Riis wrote of Col. “His love for children, especially that | I doubt if he is aware of it him-) He does not recognize as real cand. hat he feels rather as a sense of duty. “Yet I have seen him, when school children ‘ rom which he was making campaign speeches eyes and ears to everything unpleas- (n response to a hint that he might ant and believed only what it wakted to believe. The highest leadership went bedly wrong about America, for instance. It refused to believe that there was a large American force in France, and pooh-poohed every re- port to that effect. “Before our offensive at Rheims in July I reported to great headquar- ters, On the basis of the reports of the intelligence officers of my army group, that there were 40 American divisions in France. Great head- quarters sent back the answer to me: ‘* ‘Nonsense. Impossible. There are only 14 American divisions in France and five of those are no good and can't fight.’ “In the same way the highest lead- ! c ‘continued on’ Page Ten, His present plan obviously is to l asked him if as an interned Ger- P u uick Pe 4 me demand on them by the Entente, in-* aS woe eign alae pode SH ap EP. Goth etn B Owed Marshal McCarthy a Penny } him for the penny. There is one New York man to whom the Colo- } nel owed a small financial debt—United States | Marshal Thomas PD. McCarthy. “Yes, the Colonel was my debtor to the extent ( said. of 1 penny,” said the Mashal yesterday. how it came about: President Roosevelt was to retire in favor of President Taft, I was sent to Washington to pre- ) sent to him a handsome hunting knife, the gift of) gered over ito him, Justice, later Ambassador, James W. whose court I was associated at the time. ‘Here's On March 3, ) ng Gerard, with “‘*Be sure to get a coin, a penny, from the | resident when you give him the knife,’ the Jus- } ce told me. , ‘Remember the old superstition that ( a gift of that sort cuts friendship unless a smal! ) te payment is made for it.’ “When I gave Col. Roosevelt the knife | asked | He dida't have one in bisi ( | he was passing the night. 1909, just ro see and called out: “After 10 minutes of conversation, during which time he gave me an autographed photograph for myself and a book for my father, who always admired him, the President suddenly reached into his pocket, withdrew the coin and said: ‘Mr. Mc- Carthy, it gives me great pleasure to hand you, in return for Judge Gerard’s gift, this 1l-cent eoin.’ Ever since then ,I have prized the photograph and the book Mr. Roosevelt gave me is one of the most cherished possessions of my father. And I dent of the United States owed me a penny.” Roosevelt's impatience of red tape was pro- The story is told of one committee that had been meeting him daily for a week in Wash- ington, always to adjourn without perceptible progress. When the committee left on this occa- sion one of them said they would do something “tomorrow.” “Tomorrow!” the President exploded. ‘“Gen- tlemen, jf Noah had had to consult such a com- mittee as this about building the ark it Wouldn't 2 George William Douglas, in his book, “The Many-Sided Roosevelt,” tells the following story of his life as a youn man in the West: “One evening after supper he was reading at a table in the public room of a frontier hotel, whére The room was office, A man, half-drunk, came into the hotel with a swag- ger, marched up to the bar and, with a flourish of his arm, commanded everybody to drink. Pinte been built yet.” who have not so good a time as some others, is ( as instinctive as his championship of all needs a life. self. Bested Western Bad Man but Mr. Roosevelt. He still sat at the table busy with his book. | “ ‘Who's that fellow?’ the man asked, pointing in Roosevelt's direction. “eOh, he’s a tenderfoot, just arrived,’ someone Then he turned square ‘Say, Mr. Four-eyes, I asked this house to drink. Did you hear me”’ “Mr. Roosevelt made no reply. The man swag- pulling out his pistol and ssrirepen as he crossed the room. . ‘I want you to understand that when I ask a man to drink with me, that man’s got to drink,’ avi threatened, folding his still-smoking pistol. ‘You must excuse me tonight. I do not care: anything to drink said Roosevelt. ‘H umph! '’ he grunted. ‘That don't go here. You just order your drink or there Mu be more trouble.’ “4Very well, gir, Roosevelt replied, rising slow- i ly to his feet and waiting till he was firmly poised on them before completing his remark. ‘I do not care for anything, but if I must’—— “With the word ‘must’ he let his fist fly, strik- ing the bully a terrific blow on the jaw and knocking him on the floor. In an instant Roose- velt was astride of him, with his knees holding down the man’s arms. After taking away all the weapons he could find, He let the man up. ‘Now, I hope you understand, sir, that I do not care to drink with you,’ said the young ten- derfoot, who had hardened his muscle to some purpose before he went West.”’ N ‘even bitter face, but instead it was Helped a Photographer | | Probably no man of his time had more pictures | taken of him than Gol. Reosevelt. They are stacked | up in every newspaper office. Many stories are told of his experiences with photographers, and here is one. On his trip to South America, where he dis- covered the “River of Doubt,”’ he was accompanied by several motion picture photographers. One was a free lance -vho was a trifle sensitive about his standing on board. | During the celebration of the Feast of Neptune, | when the ship crossed’ the Equator, there was a’ ( pillow fight on a rail over a tank of water. The } photographers lined up to get the picture of the struggle with the Colonel in the background. One of @he regular photographers slipped . cap! over the free lance’s camera. —— the pole into the water and Col. Roosevelt, laugh- | ing and applauding, turned to the free lance, who was grinding away at his useless machine, and said: “Take off your cap, young man!” The free laace frowned at the Colonel, thinking | he was being joshed, and said: “T am an Avustro-Hyngarian subject and have) never become an American citizen. I don't se@ why I should.” The Colonel, continuing to smile, said: “I was merely going to say that if yon will take the cap off the lens of your camera we will | have the bout fought over again so you can ob- tain a good picture.” The free lance sheepishly took off the cap from the camera, and then bared his head to Col. | Roosevelt. R. J. Cunningham, the famous African hunter, | who was in charge of Col. Roosevelt's hunting expedition in East Africa, said he had never found “any other so easy te get along with, and no other man who, by his character, made every man in his service so anxious to do the best pos. sible for him.” He tells the following story of “one very near squeak’ the Calone!l had. Said he: “The Colone! ‘vat determined '9 get an ele- ae Soutinusd on P2ce Nizs. : i — j ( } | |man the suggestion of the Oriental, mous gray eyebrows, which suggests, outside of Washington, One of the contestants had just been knocked off? jental of high rank and equally un- ‘ly a trace of the burden of years, Ra Laie! ma = bo] = = ie DESCRIBED: BY FRANK H. SIMONDS my be) La Pa = = = as He Is in His Lair A Peculiarly Vivid and Timely Story of a Hitherto Un- published Interview the Post-Dispatch’s Military Expert Had in 1916, With the Man Who Now Is Presiding Over the Peace Council. By FRANK H. SIMONDS, The Post-Dispatch’s Military Critic and Author of ‘‘The Great War’’ and ‘‘They Shall Not Pass.’’ EARLY three years ago, at the moment of the German attack upon Verdun, a London friend of mine furnished me with a letter of in- troduction to M. Georges Clemenceau, then holding no other political . position than a member of the French Senate, but since become the President of the Council, the leader of the French nation and the savior alike of France and of the allied cause. But even in the Verdun period | he was, as he has been for at least a quarter of a century, the most in- teresting of French public men and, through his newspaper, he was the single outspoken critic of allied mistakes and the champion of vigorous and concerted action against the common enemy. Leading me down a long and dusty; ing to praise France. You must hallway, and old sergeant ushered me) look around you for ‘yourself, you into Clemenceau’s study, the room; must see it for yourself, you mas, of which I had heard so much, and} feel it for yourself.” there, seated at Then, after a the wonderful moment, he went desk, which is a on with quicken- part of the stage ing tone: properties of po- “There have litical Paris, sat been times in the Clemenceau. For past,” and he the moment the waved his hands desk seemed even toward the busy more remarkable street beyond the ARELY in human history Ri: it been given to any man to represent his coun- try at a supreme hour in its his- tory and so to represent it that his own personality and igure became the expression of a na- tion which itself was the object than its owner. It | of world admiration. Such was | lattice window, was a huge circu- | and is the achievement of “there have been lar desk, shaped | Georges Clemenceau.—FRANK | times when I like the emplace- | H. SIMONDS. have despaired of ment, of a heavy my country, when gun, with long I have been afraid of the future for my country men—but now, look at them, look at France.” Then he repeated details of the Verdun episode, of the tragic open- ing days about Douaumont, vat all Paris was then repeating, but shall not repeat here. gay trae “We need a man, we need a Gen- eral, we need a man,” he said, with sullen intensity. “And Joffre?” I asked, recalling the name of the man, who then still com manded, but whose sun was then sinking rapidly. “I have nothing against him,” he said sharply, “nothing, but he is not the man; he is not the man.” No Interest ir Foch. sides stretching backward as if to protect the gunner from flank fire. And as he rose from his chair to greet me, Clemenceau seemed almost like one of the short howitzers. ris- ing to the discharge. I had expected to see an old man, for Senator Clemenceau is 78; in- stead I saw a man whose first mo- tions suggested the energy and force of 50. I had expected to see a stern, the smiling face of one who welcomed a friendly guest. The first impres- sion was of energy, the second of: courtesy. When I had sat down he retook his place at the desk, at the gun- emplacement, for the figure is more Ss than a figure. From behind that “And Foch?” inquired, making breastwork he daily bombarded my own hero. Paris, France, ministries and Gen-; 1+ Foch did not arrest his attet” erals, with those articles which had tion. overset many ministries and were, in a later time, to overset the last, be- fore. he came back to power. Traces of the Mongolian. And as he sat down again, M. Clemenceau placed upon his bajd /\Clemenceau, -head one of the familiar soldier's mier. ae ‘fatigue caps, well pushed back on “Perhaps, I do not know him,” he his forehead, and it gave him a most replied, “but we must have a man.” amating appearance. The enemies of) “What of Kitchener?” | queried, Clemenceau—and he hag spent a life’ naming the man who then command: time collecting them—will tell you ed the British armies and was at the that he is a Mongolian, that he rep-) moment in Paris. The question resents the survival of some ancient{ Toused Clemenceau. All of a suddep, Tartar invader of prehistoric France. his whole demeanor changed, he This is probably a mere legend and} leaned over the emplacement for all yet, unmistakably, there is about the the world I?ke a big gun in action. “Kitchener,” he said with extreme deliberation, but in a tone of unmi® “What of Petain, then?” I inquired,. naming the man who was just com ing to world notice as the defender of Verdun and was to succeed to the rank and power of Joffre, before himself, became Pre | something about the high cheekbones, the deep- set eyes with their enor- — ice—“Kif®hener is a sym. ol. “A symbol?” I asked, a little puz- zled. “Yes, a symbol. A symbol is a man about whom some people still believe, / what was never true.” aa “I am the Opposition.” Here at last was the “Tiger,” the Clemenceau of the legend. This was © the man who, a few months before, ‘had said of Viviani, then Premier “He has spoken, he speaks, he wilt: ) not the Oriental we know in America, } but the Or- mistakable intelligence. Yet cap and desk, and almost fan-) tastic appearance, it was still a kind- ly and viggrous old man, with hard- who welcomed the invading Ameri.) icans. “T knew America onec, I knew it well.” he said: then with a touch of) speak,” and Viviani had fallen to ‘mock sadness, “but that was long( gether with a whole Cabinet of el ‘ago, too long‘ ago. For you see, |) quence. am an old man.” Then for a mo}? The conversation drifted to pol ment he gossiped about the New! ties, York which he had known, the New! “What of the opposition?” I neha York of Dana and of Greeley, whom | “The opposition, in the Cham he had visited in the days gee I explained. s 7 the end of the Civil War and the’ “Opposition?” he puzzled over other coming of the German, of the) that for a moment and then sald” 5 T * davs when he was in exile, an in- with calmness: : structor of French, I believe. in a/ “But I am the opposition.” “J giris’ school in a Connecticut suburb. | it was the famous phrase of - ) XIV, “Tetat, c'est Mol,” but it wag” repeated without the smallest “ss it was not ; Despaired Sometimes. “But you come io talk about the) of personal vainglory; war, about France,” he sald, after @/ boost, it was a sinrple statement moment. | fact “Well, 1 am not colng to te'l yor) “t am the opposition,” he | ¥ iat Webioe ont lam aot so ’ (.tinedd es Pause on " SS eee rt Oe ee aaa Dax Se