An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Thirty-Seven

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“We are against his politics, but we like his grit.” W.A. Rogers for New York Herald, Cabinet of American Illustration, Library of Congress

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Andrew Stevens, October 1912

John trumpets, “Teddy Roosevelt’s as crazy as a bull moose in spring, that’s what he is.”

“His secretary tackled the shooter before he could get off a second shot,” says Mr. K before turning toward Andy. “No offense meant concerning your qualifications for this position, Andy, but it seems having a former football player for your secretary is not a bad investment. You could benefit from training with the Turnverein.”

“That crowd in Milwaukee,” adds the Colonel, “would have lynched that insane Bavarian on the spot if Roosevelt hadn’t assured them he was fine.”

John shakes his head in wonder. “A hole right through in his overcoat. His shirt soaked in blood. Yet the former President insisted, ‘I will give this speech or die.’ And he almost did. Talked for fifty minutes before his doctor dragged him off the stage.”

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An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Twenty-Four


Above, RMS Titanic

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Andrew Stevens, April 1912

“Please accept my apologies, gentlemen.” Andy gasps, out of breath. 

He regards punctuality as the most important element in maintaining a professional demeanor. When his brother brought him into the business, John warned him that there would be no riding on his coattails. He emphasized Mr. K and the Colonel would not tolerate tardiness, and Andy takes care not to test the theory.

“There was a hold-up. Just like in the days of the Old West. Right there at the corner of South Alamo and Garden Streets. I was waiting to cross to catch the streetcar when a horseman bore down directly in front of a motor car and leveled his pistol at the driver, commanding him to stop. It happened so quickly. Everyone in the car was in a state of hysteria, except, of course, for Colonel Pryor.”

“Colonel Pryor?” The Colonel raises his eyebrows in disbelief. “What kind of ignorant fool would try to hold up Ike Pryor?”

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