On the Convenient Amnesia of the Honorable Andrew Harris

There is, in the long and undistinguished history of American statecraft, no spectacle quite so restorative to the soul of the confirmed cynic as a politician caught red-handed disagreeing with himself. It is a small pleasure, but a pure one, rather like watching a pickpocket lift his own wallet. And so it was, the other evening, in the marble sanctum of the Speaker's office, that the House Republican conference treated itself to just such a show — free of charge, though not, evidently, free of consequence.

Washington’s Most Dangerous Man Was Fishing for Paint Chips

A three-time Olympian, a canoeist, a man who has represented his country honorably in international competition, went for a bicycle ride in our nation's capital this past summer. He stopped, as curious citizens have done since the republic's founding, to look at a public monument — the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool, recently renovated at public expense.

A Man Sues Himself and Wins Either Way

I have known men to sue their neighbors, their wives, their business partners, and on one memorable occasion in Hannibal, a mule. But I never expected to live long enough — dead as I am — to see a man sue himself, and stand a fair chance of collecting.

Mr. Dooley on th’ Wurrukin’ Man

"I have," said Mr. Dooley, polishin' a glass that didn't need it. "He says it's costin' th' counthry billions iv dollars to keep th' shops closed. He said it on th' nineteenth iv June, which if ye don't know th' history iv it, Hennessy, is th' day they cillybrate th' end iv slavery in this counthry. Th' man has a gift f'r timin' that I niver seen ekalled outside iv a vaudeville house."

Mr. Dooley on th’ Noo Map iv th’ Wurruld

"Well, sir," said Mr. Dooley, setting down a glass and taking up a rag for no particular reason except that a man likes to have somethin' in his hands when he's about to say somethin' important, "th' United Nations has voted to fix th' map iv th' wurruld, an' this counthry has voted against it."

The Republic Trembles Before an Accurate Map

There comes, now and again, a moment so ripe with the comic possibilities of the human animal that a philosopher could weep from laughing. Such a moment arrived last week at the United Nations, that vast and windy parliament of nations, where the General Assembly voted 164 to 1, with six timid abstentions, to encourage — mark the word, for it carries no more legal force than a bishop's blessing — the wider use of a map.

The American Crisis, No. XIV

There is a kind of tyranny that does not announce itself with a crown. It arrives instead in a uniform, in a memorandum, in a designation signed by a single hand and enforced by ten thousand others who never troubled themselves to ask by what right. I have written before of the difference between a government of laws and a government of men. I write again because that difference is, at this hour, being tested on American soil, and in American waters, and the outcome is not yet settled.

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