A Tammany sachem, who looks like and worships Tweed, and who says what I never heard an American off the stage say: "That's me.

That's what I do," he says.

"When I have insomnia, I don't believe in your sleeping draughts.

I get up and go round to Jake Stewart's on Fourteenth Street and eat a fry or a porterhouse steak and then I sleep good---that's me." There is also a lively lady from Albany next to me and her husband, who tells anecdotes of the war just as though it had happened yesterday.

Indeed, they are all so much older than I that all their talk is about things I never understood the truth about, and it is most interesting.