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Hell and tarnations, I've known them for muddleheads and blockheads half my life, and firsthand, but I sure didn't expect them to take leave of their senses, insulting our office of President, making our Party into a white demagogue's party, slapping the Negro vote in the face.

Gentlemen must enter the gallery unhatted, and remain so until they depart.

(There’s nothing like a state dinner to get my mouth watering — gingered pheasant consommé!)