THE SULTAN OF TURKEY 



Standing, he is below the average in stature, 

 slightly bent on the shoulders. 



He was fatherly to his children, turning aft- 

 er he had gotten up three steps to come 

 back one step and greet them again. I 

 thought when I saw this that no matter what 

 crimes had been charged to him, his expression- 

 less soldiers, his army and its leaders were pos- 

 sibly more to blame than he. 



If you ever saw Nelson Dingley walking up 

 and down the aisle of the House of Congress, 

 even through the worry and stress of the Ding- 

 ley Tariff Bill, you saw in him a kindness so 

 stamped that it showed through the slight 

 snarl of expression brought on by overwork 

 and bad light. So when the Sultan turned 

 to help his little tots, who were playing 

 generals, he was Nelson Dingley turning, 

 though tired, to listen to the jest of his famous 

 colleague, Tom Reed. 



Consider the handicap of being born to be a 

 Sultan, or a Czar, or a King ; of being deprived 

 of the opportunity of meeting the common peo- 

 ple. Think of not being able to enjoy a fire- 

 side chat with your family, or of the influence 

 of a wife. Think of being brought up to know 

 the earth only by its maps and not its dirt and 



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