Peril and Petty Annoyances of Public Life
IN common with others we sincerely express our sorrow
at the national calamity—the horrible murder of our beloved President.
His noble character and generous, lovable nature had endeared him
to the multitude. Enterprising illustrated magazines and newspapers
have shown him in all attitudes and phases of character. No public
man ever submitted more graciously to the demands of the photographer,
and those demands are too often annoying to those in public life.
It was with pro-  found regret
at the lack of principle among some of our fraternity that we read
of the persistency of the man with the camera around the house in
which the late President lay on his deathbed, in some cases pointing
their instruments into the weeping faces of his relatives. Such
conduct is contemptible.
Our new President will not be such
an easy subject for the photographer, judging from the scathing
and well-merited rebuke he administered to a young man who pointed
a camera at him as he was leaving a place of worship in the Capital,
on Sunday, September 21. As the President came out of the Grace
Reformed Church, at Fifteenth and O Streets, at the close of the
service, a young man with a snap-shot camera levelled [sic]
the instrument to get a picture.
“Stop that!” commanded the President,
and his voice rang out loud enough to startle those inside the church.
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself
to come here on Sunday and try to make a photograph of persons leaving
a place of worship. You ought to be ashamed, and I hope your self-respect
will prevent you from ever repeating the attempt.”
The young man with the camera blushed.
The President looked at him coldly, and the young man hurriedly
bundled his camera under his arm and disappeared.
It will be remembered that another
young man was literally jumped upon, camera and all, for attempting
to snap-shot President (then Governor) Roosevelt as he was emerging
from the water at a summer resort.
About the propriety of Sunday photographing
the editors have decided views, but every man is entitled to his
own opinion, presuming that he follows the dictates of his conscience.
Deference to the opinions of others is, however, a mark of good
breeding. No gentleman worthy of the name, to gratify pleasure or
personal vanity, will parade his inclinations and foibles where
common sense should teach him they are not tolerated.