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of line and go outside and draw a big full 

 breath." I said, "What can I do, I am broke." 

 "Who are you and what do you do? You are 

 evidently not a banker." "No," I said, "I 

 am an artist sent here from Oregon. Came 

 to illustrate the Dempsey-Fitzsimmons fight, 

 and I want to get back home with my pictures. 

 The man in Portland told me if I got broke to 

 draw on him, so that is why I have come to the 

 bank." 



I then remembered I had a letter of recom- 

 mendation from Sjdvester Pennoyer, at that 

 time governor of the State of Oregon, and 

 known to the world at large as Grover 

 Cleveland's particular friend. I let the cashier 

 look at the letter, which said that mv father 

 was an honest man and a good and loyal 

 citizen, and that he hoped I would turn out as 

 well. The cashier said that if my father were 

 there he could get money on the letter, but he 

 seemed to take an interest in me and somehow 

 guessed tliat I hadn't traveled much. I told 

 him this was the first trip and the last I would 

 ever take. He put on his hat and took me next 

 door to the managing editor of one of the lead- 

 ing local papers, who, he said, was a great 



