The walls were patriotically hung with pictures of former Chief
Executives in immense velvet-lined gilt frames of a uniform
character, arranged chronologically. The majority portrayed a
pioneer soul of stern and earnest demeanor. Some had struck a
Daniel Webster pose, thus straining and disguising themselves.
Others had cherubic countenances, and were men such as slept
o'nights. All wore magnificent whiskers. . .
The Governor's Secretary announced the Senate County and Township
Business Subcommittee, and discreetly retired from the Chamber.
His Excellency, that stalwart adherent to Jeffersonian
principles, slowly arose from his desk and greeted the
subcommittee with outstretched hands. Following the usual
formalities, they got down to business, and the subcommittee
chairman asked the Governor his opinion on the Bourbon County
Bill.
"Uh--m! Well, first let us see what your investigation disclosed.
What have you found out?"
"We find they're pretty much for it. I've talked to a good many,
and so have these other gentlemen here, and about all we talk to,
or see, want it. . ."
"Yes, I know! But is it geographically sound?" the Governor
queried.
"Why-y, yes! They've never had an earthquake anywhere's around
there that I .
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