It was a strike home, and under the
flashing eyes that stared unwaveringly,
through the big goggles, Uncle Josh halted
and stammered and admitted that he
might have been misinformed.

``Then I advise you to be more careful,''
cautioned the Hon. Samuel sharply.

``Feller-citizens,'' said Uncle Josh, ``if
he ain't a corporation lawyer--who is this
man? Where did he come from? I have
been born and raised among you. You all
know me--do you know him? Whut's he
a-doin' now? He's a fine-haired furriner,
an' he's come down hyeh from the settlemints
to tell ye that you hain't got no man
in yo' own deestrict that's fittin' to
represent ye in the legislatur'. Look at him--
look at him! He's got FOUR eyes! Look
at his hair--hit's PARTED IN THE MIDDLE!''
There was a storm of laughter--Uncle
Josh had made good--and if the Hon.
Samuel could straightway have turned
bald-headed and sightless, he would have
been a happy man. He looked sick with
hopelessness, but Uncle Tommie
Hendricks, his mentor, was vigorously
whispering something in his ear, and gradually