I believe I mentioned one or two such.
For instance, now, there was Mr.William Jennings Bryan.

The Bryan appetite, as I remarked to the doctor, is one of the chief landmarks of Mr.Bryan's home city of Lincoln, Nebraska.

They take the sight-seeing tourists around to have a look at it, the first thing.
To observe Mr.Bryan breakfasting on the morning when a national Democratic convention is in session is a sight worth seeing.

A double order of cantaloupes on the half shell, a derby hat full of oatmeal, a rosary of sausages, and about as many flapjacks as would be required to tessellate the floor of a fair-sized reception hall is nothing at all for him.

And when he has concluded his meal he gets briskly up and strolls around to the convention hall and makes a better speech and a longer one and a louder pile than anybody.