The Seattle Republican from Seattle, Washington • Page 3

THE PASSING THRONG. Jacob Furth, the leading promoter and banker of the Northwest, returned from the East a few days ago, whither he went in connection with some of his many financial interests, and says: "I fear no financial distress in this country any ways soon or at any time, so far as I am able to see at this writing." In reply to a question as to whether he thought this section of the country would have any financial setbacks he replied: "I don't think so. Perhaps Florance Marvin knows more about such matters, however, than I do, and for safety I would suggest that you consult her. We are safe and sound and things are going to move on just as they have been doing. Perhaps for a while not quite so many corner lots will be sold, but that will have no influence on either the money markets or the commercial enterprises.

I am satisfied with the outlook" J. Edward Hawkins, the well know Tn attorney, who is also a leading secret society man. will leave in a few days for Chicago, There he will attend the Grand Lodge of the Independent Order of Elks. Within the past six months Mr. Hawkins and others organized a local order of Elks in this city, and it is claimed by the members and officers thereof that it is one of the most thriving secret societies among the Afro-Americans of this city.

One of the things that Mr. Hawkins will work to bring about when the Grand Lodge is in session is reuniting the two branches of Elks, which split some time ago over That he thinks can be peacefully overcome and settled. If there is one thing that Haw rkms is famous for it is his mixing qualities when he is out with the boys, and if all reports be true the Elks know lioav to mix, and when they get corralled they never fail to mix good and plenty, but Eddie promises to leave his "blade" at home, as he has been given the tip that the other fellows would do likewise, hence no serious results will occur by the too free mixing of the horned tribe. A story is going' the rounds among the boys in Seattle about Barrister Hawkins that's too good to keep. It seems that both J.

E. Hawkins and Edw. K. Hawkins, both attorneys, have offices in the Pacific block, and both occasionally have a client. It would appear that if there ever was a man that has a dangerous dose of colorphobia it is Edw.

K. Hawkins, the pale-faced attorney, and he is repeatedly losing his temper by some person walking into his office and asking for J. E. Hawkins He even loses his temper over the telephone, for once on a time he roasted Senator Richie Kinnear without knowing it to a queen's finish because the senator got the two Hawkins mixed up. The other day a white lady walked into the office of J.

E. Hawkins (this is nothing unusual, however) and asked of the stenographer was Mr. Hawkins in. "Not this minute, but will be in a very few minutes," was her reply. The lady was invited into the private office and told to take a seat to await the coming of Mr.

Hawkins. Pretty soon he came and walked into the private office and closed the door behind him. He spoke to the lady, but before seeking to know her business began plundering about in his THE SEATTLE REPUBLICAN desk on some other important matter. The lady observed his actions and soon began to scream bloody murder. "Help! 1 she shouted, and so loudly that Mr.

Hawkins himself became alarmed and opened the door and called a couple of men from across the hall into his office, believing that his expected client had gone suddenly mad. When asked what was the matter she said: "I came to see Mr. Hawkins and this Negro has come in here and closed the door behind him and is parading around the office the same as if he owned it. I was fearful lest he do me bodily harm." The horse laugh was on Eddie, and when the explanation was made to the lady she looked as cheap as a copper cent and crept up to the office of Edw. K.

Hawkins, while J. E. and the two men went down stairs to some retreat Avhere the weary are soon at rest. Former Senator John L. Wilson was in the East a few weeks ago, and he himself say.s since he has returned he had the trip of his life, his wedding tour not excepted.

At Mr. Wilson's home college the degree of L.L. I) was conferred upon him, and Dr. Wilson now smiles all over his face when you so address him. While in the East he could not resist the temptation to run over to Washington City and visit for a few days with old friends, and while there the editor of the Saturday Evening Post got hold of him and made him say things.

The editor said more things by far than Mr. Wilson, and here are some of the things he said: If yon should happen into the Rainier Club in Seattle some day, along about luncheon- JACOB FURTH, The Banker and Promoter. time, and should hear a series of noises like this: b-a-n-g!" that would be John L. Wilson saying: "Good morning; it's a fine day." L. is the Human Stump Speech.

He is the Personified Exclamation Point. He never says anything without emphasis, and when he tries to be real forceful he blows up like a powder magazine where a calloused workman who has been making skyrockets tries to light his pipe with a fuse. He is at his best when sitting at a table, because he has something to pound on. If he has no table to pound on he will pound on you, just as cheerfully, which will not make so much noise as a table, unless you happen to be a particularly hard have will supply the basis for the accentuation just as well. Wilson hates peace.

He welcomes animosity, lie will fight at the drop of the hat, and. if hats are not dropping frequently enough, he will take steps to drop a few. When he isn't fighting he is unhappy, and when he is fighting many other people are unhappy. His crest is a bantam rooster. His motto is: "Lay on, Mac Duff!" and his battle cry is: "Eat 'em alive!" ITe has been fighting ever since he has been in Washington, and he is fighting yet.

ITe will be fighting so long as there is any breath in him. Sometimes he gets whipped whipped that is all a part of the game. The glory of the combat has been his, even if his political eyes are blackened and his robe of office has both tails torn off and is ripped up the back..