JACK DIONNE

night to talk politics. One of them reported that in the morning the Democrats had offered him a dollar for his vote. Then in the afternoon, the Republicans offered him two dollars. "How did you vote?" someone asked. "I voted Democrat," he said. "They was the least corrupt."

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The political speaker was castigating his opponent. "Some good and wise men will probably vote for him," he said finally, "but the good who do so are not wise, and the wise who do so are not good."

This politician had been beaten in the primaries, but was making a speech against his recent opponent. That gentleman rose in the audience and asked: "Did you, or did you not, make the announcement before the primary election that you would vote even for a yellow dog if he were the duly nominated candidate of the party? Yet here you are breaking your promise." Replied the other: "I did say that I would vote even for a yellow dog were he the duly nominated candidate of this party, but lower than that, please God, they'll never drag me !"

Mack Sennett died trrJ otri", iy. Hu was a warm personal friend of this writer for many years, and we told stories to one another on many occasions. The following was one of Mr. Sennett's favorites. He was a Catholic. which made it seem all the funnier to him:

A man running for alderman in New york City learned that his enemies were putting out a whispering campaign against him. In a heavily Catholic area the story was that he hated Irish Catholics. So on Saturday night when they held a big pow-wow and all the candidates got a chance to speak, this man rose and said:

"f want to nail that lie they are telling on me that I hate Irish Catholics. It's a lie. I don't hate Irish Catholics. I love Irish Catholics. It's those blankety-blank Roman Catholics that I hate !"

Mr. Sennett's baritone voice roared loudlv when he told that one. ,< * ,<

Parson Zeke Swinney, of rural Mississippi, was expounding the doctrines of Democracy to a group of admiring friends. He said: "De hist'ry of de Republican Party ain't no secret. You kin trace hit down th'oo de Scripchah. In de Scripchah dey called dem 'Publicans and Sinnuhs.' Today