“Teddy”

THE personality of Colonel Roosevelt, the emergency President of the United States, is naturally a subject of great interest. We know that he has been at death-grips with Tammany, that he raised and commanded a corps of rough riders for service against Spain, and that his selection as Vice-President was intended to be a polite extinguisher—that is about all. The “Times” correspondent to-day fills up the gaps. Colonel Roosevelt, Mark I., is not like Lord Cromer, but like Sir Evelyn Baring. A few years of office, however, may produce a Colonel Roosevelt, Mark II., who will resemble Lord Cromer—that is, Sir Evelyn Baring with the corners off. For the rest, everybody from bacon-king to jarvey calls him “Teddy,” which, in itself, speaks volumes. We know very well in this country that it takes a big man to be called “Joe.” He is also a man of letters and of travel, a soldier, and a big-game shooter. Altogether a man to win the sympathetic interest of this country.