DENVER AND BEYOND 7 



habitudes and habiliments of the East. The cow- 

 boy and the tailor maid elbow each other. Auto- 

 mobiles and pack-mules, motor-cycles and moun- 

 tain freight- wagons, jostle and crowd each other. 

 It is here that the East and West do meet, 

 although Mr. Kipling says they never can. 



And they meet in such a friendly, natural way, 

 they so hobnob and commingle, so change and 

 interchange, putting on and taking off the dress 

 and manner, each of each, that you cannot say 

 whether this is the westernmost part of the East, 

 or the easternmost part of the West, or both. 



Denver, when I saw it again, was just recover- 

 ing from the national democratic convention. 

 Banners and portraits of the Peerless Leader still 

 flaunted the air and insulted republicans. Strange 

 stories were told me of that convention and its 

 doings. But, tut! why should I monger scandal 

 about the democracy? It never injured me, 

 even when I was running for office. Let be! 



One great mystery that has long oppressed me 

 was here solved. For long we have vainly asked, 

 ''Why a democratic party?" True, once in four 



