Judson Still On The Rim

Detroit Tribune Thinks That the Wily Statesman

IS NOT DOWNED

His Enemies Foiled Once More and They Are Yet Guessing How He Does It

The following editorial from Saturday's Detroit Tribune, written under the supposition, it would seem, that Oil Inspector Judson has been hurled off at a tangent from his position at "the top of the wheel" is good notwithstanding the error as to the present position of the oily statesman. It will be observed that like his ratship mentioned Red William is still on the surface of the wheel, traveling along smoothly if swiftly with no immediate danger of having to leap off and scamper for the hole in the wall. The Tribune puts it this way:

The appointment of C. L. Benjamin of Saginaw, to be state juggler of oils, vice William Judson, is announced. It is said that every man has his turn at the "top of the wheel." This implies that pre-eminence is temporary. After the zenith comes declination, if the wheel is constantly moving. William Judson, however, presents an exception to the rule. Through the administrations of two governors he has danced on the whirling rim at the point where it was nearest the peak of the cerulean dome. He has "wunk" occasionally, but only as a toad winks when he has nabbed a fly, yet, like a top on the parasol of the performing Japanese, he was always silently spinning at the crown. There are those who strove to upset his specific gravity and cannot comprehend how William continued at the top while the wheel was in full revolution. They had looked when Bliss took the crank to see him either fly off at a tangent into space, or execute a series of futile gymnastics, drop helplessly into stygian gloom "and be - - to him!" but he didn't, and they don't get it through their heads. It's easy. He did it in the same manner in which a rat maintained the upper surface of a bicycle rim. The wheel having been hung in the basement for the winter, it occurred to his ratship to take a little exercise on the "bike," and springing from a shelf to the wheel, which beginning to revolve, he kept himself uppermost through a lively gallop. When at last he was compelled by hostile arrival to drop off and scamper for the hole in the wall, the cyclometer showed that he had traveled 74 miles.

There is nobody in the state who understands the laws of political gravity any better then Bill does.