Former Governor Thomas Mitchell Campbell, September 1915
“‘Work is His answer to prayer. Work is reward for faithful work. Work His expression of care. Work is iron to human blood. Work, the crown of all mankind.’” Thomas folds the newspaper up so he can eat his eggs and bacon without having to read more of Pa Ferguson’s Labor Day speech.
“I can’t stand having that peanut politician in the governor’s mansion, Fannie. Not sure whether he tries to portray himself as a preacher or Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.”
“Well, his words lack the eloquence of ‘The Village Blacksmith,’ and he is a far cry from a blessing sent by God.”
“Mrs. Koehler, there was a man here last week asking me all kinds of questions about Mister Koehler. About you. He said he was a private detective. A former police detective.”
“You told the gumshoe nothing I trust,” interjects the Colonel.
“No, sir. I never made any of your personal lives my business before Mister Koehler passed away and certainly would not presume to do so now.”
“He probably was hired by one of those deadbeat insurance companies refusing to honor their policies,” says Mrs. Koehler. “They all must be worked up now. I had the Newtons file suit against three companies to try to collect on my behalf. Did he say who his client is?”