Baltimore Evening Sun (12 July 1912): 6.

J’ACCUSE. More in sorrow than in anger, I charge that all of the “letters to the editor” lately appearing in the Evening Serviette, accusing the venerable Sunpaper of damaging the convention and purporting to be from bona fide readers, were actually written in the Serviette office and by regular members of the staff.

My spies bring me news that the Hon. Sol Warfield is to be a member of the Maryland Wilson committee–a benign and welcome report. The danger confronting that committee, and with it the Wilson cause in Maryland, is the danger of taking the New Virtue too seriously. Inflamed to the point of incandescence by the Hon. Mr. Wilson’s pious resolution to accept no tainted dollar, the local wire-pullers and job-dealers may go to the length of actually refusing money. Here is where the sapience of the Hon. Mr. Warfield will come in. He is an idealist, true enough, and loves virtue as much as any of us, but he still keeps a grip upon his common sense. Therefore, let no man underestimate the value of his possible services. The campaign needs purists and ascetics, just as it needs dialecticians and rabble-rousers, but it also needs at least one efficient and unsentimental mazumist.

McCAY-McCOY. This is a Democratic organization administration. If you don’t belong to the organization you can’t got a job around the City Hall.--The Hon. McCAY-McCOY, April 1, 1912.

From the Hon. William H. Anderson, the eminent harrycide, comes a protest against a report lately appearing in this column to the effect that the Prohibitionists are after his scalp. Says the honorable gentleman:

It was not the Prohibitionists who said all those mean, naughty things [about me]. It was some fellow who simply claimed to be a Prohibitionist.

So be it. I have no proof of the personal bona fides of the slanderer. But isn’t it a fact, after all, that the Prohibitionists themselves employed and approved him, and that his said denunciation, whatever its lack of veracity, was printed with the knowledge and consent of indubitable members of the party? The Hon. Mr. Anderson himself says that “Prohibitionists were duped into contributing money to this fellow” and argues that they were “ignorant of his real character.” Ignorant or not ignorant, they undoubtedly hired him, and hiring him, they became responsible for his slobber-gobble.

Personally, of course, I have no belief whatever in these charges against the Hon. Mr. Anderson. Most of them are absurd on their face and the rest will not bear inspection. But when they got into Prohibitionist papers or are voiced by Prohibitionist agents, they become genuine evidence of bitter feeling between Prohibitionists and local optionists, and so long as that bitter feeling exists the Rum Demonists ought to take advantage of it. If the whisky men and the beer men fell out and began to call names, the Hon. Mr. Anderson would be promptly on the job, and not a single revelation would escape his eagle eye. But when he himself has a fight on his hands, with his ostensible allies as his antagonists, the Rum Demonists, as I have said, lie supinely in the shade and divert themselves by catching flies.

Is this right? Is it honorable? Is it just to us drinking men? I think not. We pay 5 cents for a 3-cent glass of beer in the firm faith that the extra 2 cents will be used to protect us against the Hon. Mr. Anderson. If, now, he is to be permitted to run at large, unscotched and even unattacked when he is most vulnerable, then it is our plain duty to bellow vociferously.

You won’t never got none of them ex-Sheriffs to vote for no recall of judges.

Meanwhile, the business of advertising Baltimore goes bravely on, and already the fair fame of the city has reached so remote a port of Buenos Ayres, as the following translation from El Diario of that city, dated May 11, shows:

No less a personage then Mme. Bakhmetieff, wife of the Russian Ambassador to the United States, has been admonished for her bad manners in smoking in public in a Baltimore hotel! * * * As is well known the majority of Russian ladies are in the habit of smoking * * * and so Mme. Bakhmetieff, who was accompanied to the Hotel Belvedere in Baltimore by Mme. Vassilieff, wife of the Russian naval attache, innocently lighted her cigarette after dessert. Tremendous excitement in the dining room! In Baltimore ladies not only do not permit themselves such liberties, but reprove them severely in others. Puritanism there is an inflexible doctrine, so the manager of the hotel, at the request of certain Baltimore ladies. whose susceptibilities had been so horribly outraged by the frivolity of the Russian ladies, had to interfere and request the latter to put out their cigarettes at once or else go to a private room. The Russian Ambassadoress protested that it was an uncalled-for insult, but there was no arguing!

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Pleasant stuff to be going round the world! “Puritanism there is an inflexible doctrine.” News certain to fill the town with civilized visitors!

Edward Hirsch, chairman of the subcommittee on drinking facilities of the Municipal Democratic Convention Committee, reports that the success of the convention, on the liquid side at least, was considerably greater than the first depressing bulletins showed. Says he:

The fear that the kaif-keepers of Baltimore would be left with millions of gallons of liquor on their hands has not been borne out. Considering the length of the sessions and the heavy strain upen the physique of the delegates, they did very well indeed. Between 10 o’clock meridian of June 25 and 8 A. M. of July 8 the following wet goods were disposed of in the 573 public drinking places of the convention area:

In addition, the kaif-keepers sold 4,650,000 5-cent cigars, 367,890 10-cent cigars, 11,500 cigars of higher quality, and 174,500 packages of cbewing gum. Their total receipts, counting off money muffed between the bar and the cash register, reached $313,430.50.