Part 3: Prince John and the Texan Jingoes
The Hearst estate, San Francisco.
Butler. The esteemed sir seems to have received several letters from the War Department today.
George Hearst. Good, I hope. That boy hasn't written in a month of sundays. If Magruder got him harmed in any way, I'm making sure the old Virginian coot is found floating in the Aegean.
Hearst opens up one of the letters.
George Hearst. Jan. 18 1870, Iownia. Dear Father: I am told by Mr. Magruder that I should write home more. I think Mr. Magruder smells funny and drinks far too much, and all of the soldiers hate him. They call him Prince John and say that he confiscates their clothes and forces them not to drink or smoke. While I think their marihuana smells awful I get awful thirsty sometimes and I couldn't live without water. The men must be very brave. I asked if I could be general instead and Mr. Houston said no. I am angry at Lieutenant Houston but I don't know if I'm allowed to punch him because he was the hero of the War. The Greeks are happy to have us here but they all speak strange. I think that Mr. Sandon didn't really teach me Greek because when I tried to talk like a Greek to them they were all either confused or laughed at me.
I am enjoying the War, Father, and I hope that soon we will have another battle, because there has been a lot of waiting and marching and both of those are powerful dull next to battle.
Signed, Billy.
George Hearst. Feb. 11 1870, Iownia. Dear Father: Not much has changed and we are still guarding northern Ionia from the King of Greece. But I have had Mr. Malanore make me a map of recent battles. I have heard the French are doing a good job of beating up Austria, who declared war on us after we attacked the King. I wish I were with the French instead of Mr. Magruder or maybe in Russia, because there haven't been any battles yet. I wonder why the Rebels are in Russia, though, because the Czar doesn't have any slaves and that seems to be why the Rebels are around.
Signed, Billy.
George Hearst. Mar. 19 1870, Aygea. Dear Father: Mr. Magruder is hopping mad about the Anticonfederates and he has mentioned you a lot. He seems to hold a low opinion of you and said something impolite about Grandma. It is probably because of the Manumission Bill. When I asked Mr. Houston why Mr. Magruder is angry he said that it was because Mr. Magruder is from Virginia and the Virginians are very conservative and the Anticonfederates are liberal and they don't like slavery and Mr. Magruder has slaves he bought himself and got no money for them when they went free. The soldiers all said they voted Anticonfederate because they were the only party who weren't bomb-throwing anarchists and still didn't want to treat injuns like they were darkies. Igahai said that his brother lost a foot in Sicily and the Texas Party took away his rights because he wouldn't fight any more. Igahai is very smart and very friendly and if I could be the general instead of mean old Mr. Magruder I'd make him a corporal or an admiral or a congressman or whatever rank is below general.
I don't much like the transport ships, they're too small and they rock a lot and make me ill. Plus all of the men's horses poo too much and it really stinks, even after we chuck it overboard.
I got Mr. Houston to draw me another map for you, because you probably liked the other one. He looks very young for being nearly eighty years old.
Signed, Billy.
George Hearst. Aug 10, 1870, Patria. Dear father: Good news! In a battle with the King's army, Mr. Magruder was shot three times and died. I hated the old Virginian and I'm glad he's not the general any more. When I asked if I could pay to be general, everyone laughed. I don't see what's so funny, but they called me Million Dollar Bill, which is funny, because there's no such thing as a million dollar bill...
A distant crash rings through the Hearst mansion. Phoebe calls out, muffled by several walls but quite flummoxed.
Phoebe Hearst. God damn it, George, Martina's been drinking ag--
A voice can be heard to shout something muffled and Spanish, and there's another distant crash. George looks up briefly, shrugs, and goes back to reading his son's letter.
George Hearst. Corporal Houston has told me that he's not the old general but his son or grandson, I forget which. The Greeks have not put up much of a fight and each day...
Increasingly heavy footfalls, and the sound of a heavy-set person with relatively small feet stomping unstably up two flights of stairs.
George Hearst. Igahai was promoted to Sergeant because he captured five Greek soldiers by himself...
The door swings open, and there is Martina Rodriguez, one of the Hearsts' maids. George pays her no mind at first. She stares daggers at him and, when she finally finds her English, shrieks at the top of her lungs:
Martina Rodriguez: You killed my husband!
George Hearst starts to stand, but instead takes a round of buckshot to the chest. The letter he was holding is torn to shreds and he is thrown back into his chair, whose back legs give out under the sudden strain. The small chandelier hanging from the drawing room's ceiling, now at the center of his vision, seems to him to glow as brightly as the sun for the brief few moments before the world goes cold and black.
Next Time: The Populist Era
The Hearst estate, San Francisco.
Butler. The esteemed sir seems to have received several letters from the War Department today.
George Hearst. Good, I hope. That boy hasn't written in a month of sundays. If Magruder got him harmed in any way, I'm making sure the old Virginian coot is found floating in the Aegean.
Hearst opens up one of the letters.
George Hearst. Jan. 18 1870, Iownia. Dear Father: I am told by Mr. Magruder that I should write home more. I think Mr. Magruder smells funny and drinks far too much, and all of the soldiers hate him. They call him Prince John and say that he confiscates their clothes and forces them not to drink or smoke. While I think their marihuana smells awful I get awful thirsty sometimes and I couldn't live without water. The men must be very brave. I asked if I could be general instead and Mr. Houston said no. I am angry at Lieutenant Houston but I don't know if I'm allowed to punch him because he was the hero of the War. The Greeks are happy to have us here but they all speak strange. I think that Mr. Sandon didn't really teach me Greek because when I tried to talk like a Greek to them they were all either confused or laughed at me.
I am enjoying the War, Father, and I hope that soon we will have another battle, because there has been a lot of waiting and marching and both of those are powerful dull next to battle.
Signed, Billy.
George Hearst. Feb. 11 1870, Iownia. Dear Father: Not much has changed and we are still guarding northern Ionia from the King of Greece. But I have had Mr. Malanore make me a map of recent battles. I have heard the French are doing a good job of beating up Austria, who declared war on us after we attacked the King. I wish I were with the French instead of Mr. Magruder or maybe in Russia, because there haven't been any battles yet. I wonder why the Rebels are in Russia, though, because the Czar doesn't have any slaves and that seems to be why the Rebels are around.
Signed, Billy.
George Hearst. Mar. 19 1870, Aygea. Dear Father: Mr. Magruder is hopping mad about the Anticonfederates and he has mentioned you a lot. He seems to hold a low opinion of you and said something impolite about Grandma. It is probably because of the Manumission Bill. When I asked Mr. Houston why Mr. Magruder is angry he said that it was because Mr. Magruder is from Virginia and the Virginians are very conservative and the Anticonfederates are liberal and they don't like slavery and Mr. Magruder has slaves he bought himself and got no money for them when they went free. The soldiers all said they voted Anticonfederate because they were the only party who weren't bomb-throwing anarchists and still didn't want to treat injuns like they were darkies. Igahai said that his brother lost a foot in Sicily and the Texas Party took away his rights because he wouldn't fight any more. Igahai is very smart and very friendly and if I could be the general instead of mean old Mr. Magruder I'd make him a corporal or an admiral or a congressman or whatever rank is below general.
I don't much like the transport ships, they're too small and they rock a lot and make me ill. Plus all of the men's horses poo too much and it really stinks, even after we chuck it overboard.
I got Mr. Houston to draw me another map for you, because you probably liked the other one. He looks very young for being nearly eighty years old.
Signed, Billy.
George Hearst. Aug 10, 1870, Patria. Dear father: Good news! In a battle with the King's army, Mr. Magruder was shot three times and died. I hated the old Virginian and I'm glad he's not the general any more. When I asked if I could pay to be general, everyone laughed. I don't see what's so funny, but they called me Million Dollar Bill, which is funny, because there's no such thing as a million dollar bill...
A distant crash rings through the Hearst mansion. Phoebe calls out, muffled by several walls but quite flummoxed.
Phoebe Hearst. God damn it, George, Martina's been drinking ag--
A voice can be heard to shout something muffled and Spanish, and there's another distant crash. George looks up briefly, shrugs, and goes back to reading his son's letter.
George Hearst. Corporal Houston has told me that he's not the old general but his son or grandson, I forget which. The Greeks have not put up much of a fight and each day...
Increasingly heavy footfalls, and the sound of a heavy-set person with relatively small feet stomping unstably up two flights of stairs.
George Hearst. Igahai was promoted to Sergeant because he captured five Greek soldiers by himself...
The door swings open, and there is Martina Rodriguez, one of the Hearsts' maids. George pays her no mind at first. She stares daggers at him and, when she finally finds her English, shrieks at the top of her lungs:
Martina Rodriguez: You killed my husband!
George Hearst starts to stand, but instead takes a round of buckshot to the chest. The letter he was holding is torn to shreds and he is thrown back into his chair, whose back legs give out under the sudden strain. The small chandelier hanging from the drawing room's ceiling, now at the center of his vision, seems to him to glow as brightly as the sun for the brief few moments before the world goes cold and black.
Next Time: The Populist Era