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Literate President Morehead banged his gavel and, in a last effort, started the call bell clanging. "The motion has been presented and seconded; the amendment has been presented and seconded. It will now be put to a vote!" "Roll call!" Cardon demanded. Four or five other voices, from both sides of the chamber, supported him. "The vote will be by roll call," Literate President Morehead agreed.
His lordship rapped smartly with his gavel. "Silence!" he cried, "or I will have the room cleared!" But the noise came nearer. "Officer, what is the trouble outside?" demanded the bench. The two doorkeepers with great hands were pressing back a threatened irruption from the corridor. One spoke over his shoulder.
Gentlemen, I present to you in the Honourable Cumberland Crutchfield the Vested Virgin of Virginia!" The chairman's gavel fell with a thud. In the uproar which ensued hats, fans, sticks filled the air. The tenth delegation rose to a man and surged forward, but it was howled down.
"Bang!" went Babson's gavel just as Mr. Tutt was leading Mr. Walsh, Mr. Tompkins and the others through the winding paths of the Argonne forests with tin helmets on their heads in the struggle for liberty. "You may conclude your address in the morning, Mr. Tutt," said the judge with supreme unction. "Adjourn court!" Gray depression weighed down Mr. Tutt's soul as he trudged homeward.
The Southern members began to gather around the excited Kentuckian, and the Speaker, pounding with his gavel, pronounced the offensive remark out of order. "Mr. Chairman," quietly remarked Mr. Cutting, "I do not intend upon this floor to answer the remark which the gentleman from Kentucky has thought proper to employ. It belongs to a different region.
You can see his black head sticking up out of the heart of the riot." As Cappy and Redell joined the crowd Jim Searles, by acclamation the auctioneer of the Port of San Francisco, rapped smartly with his little gavel, and a tense silence settled over the crowd. "This," Mr. Searles announced, "will be a fight to a finish, winner take all.
Literate President Morehead, an amiable and ineffective maiden aunt in trousers, pounded frantically with his gavel. "Order!" he fairly screamed. "This is disgraceful!" "You can say that again!" Brigade commander Chernov boomed. "What do you people over on the right think this is; an Illiterates' Organization Political Action meeting?" "Vote! Vote!" Cardon bellowed.
Judge Barbee, with a gesture, recognized the rights of the anti-Stickney delegation. Jeers and yells broke out, spattering forth like a skirmish fire, then almost instantly were merged into a vast, ominous roar. Chairs began to overturn. Not twenty feet from me the clattering of the chairman's gavel, as he vainly beat for order, sounded like the clicking of a telegraph instrument in a cyclone.
We're more than safe now. Then he bangs the butt of his gun for a gavel and says: 'By virtue of the authority vested in me by my own right hand and the help of Peachey, I declare myself Grand-Master of all Freemasonry in Kafiristan in this the Mother Lodge o' the country, and King of Kafiristan equally with Peachey! At that he puts on his crown and I puts on mine I was doing Senior Warden and we opens the Lodge in most ample form.
Landis maintained the position she took in regard to personal work. In the excitement, several talked at once, forgetting that there was a chairman to whom a certain courtesy was due. Miss Cresswell used the gavel until its sound drowned out the voices. For a time peace reigned again. During the discussion, Elizabeth leaned forward. This was intensely interesting to her.
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