An experience too much for words

By: Shannon

NOTE: I don't own the characters to "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington." They belong to Frank Capra.


Jefferson Smith quickly boarded his train to Washington, ready to take on the job as a senator. He had no idea what a senator did, much less about American politics. Jeff slumped in his seat and gazed out of the window at several town citizens running alongside his train car, waving and cheering. Here he was, a hometown boy representing his state in the United States Senate.

"Golly, I wonder what Washington is like," Jeff thought to himself as he felt restless in his seat. Suddenly, there was a knock at his door. "Come in," said Jeff.

Senator Joseph Paine came in. "Well son, are you ready for the most important job in your life?"

"Well Senator," said Jeff. "I can't say that I am but I can say is that I'll try my darndest! I've never held public office before, much less gone to law school or college even."

"Well, I'll be there to walk you through it, Jeff," Senator Paine assured him. "This would be a good experience for you."

"I'm sure it will," Jeff replied. "I've never been to the nation's capitol before. I've always wanted to go there as a boy but I never got the chance."

"Well, you'll get your chance soon, Jeff," said Senator Paine. "I'm going to go back to my car and have some lunch. We'll talk soon." Senator Paine shut the door behind him.

Jefferson Smith then plunged into deep thought. He thought about his boy ranger group back home and how they'd be proud of him going to Washington D.C. to be a senator. He recalled the the days of his youth as he spent his summers fishing, hiking, swimming, and collecting all sorts of insects. In the fall, he would kick leaves and fall into leaf piles, making an even bigger mess for his father to rake up. In the winter, he and his friends would sled down hills of snow in shovels and in the spring, they would romp and frolic in the meadows and collect flowers for their mothers. How he wished those days were back again.

Suddenly, Jeff had an idea. He thought about a national boy's camp for boys all over the United States, of every color, creed, religion, and walk of life. He imagined 200 acres for boys to explore, learn about nature, and about this great country they lived in.

"I have an idea," Jeff said aloud. "If I bring up the idea of a national boy's camp to the senate, they'd love it." Then, Jeff sulked. "But what happens if it doesn't pass? What if I become the biggest fool among them experienced senators?"


Sometime later, the train pulled into a station at Washington D.C. Jefferson Smith stuck his head outside the window and marveled at what he saw. The Washington Monument. The Jefferson Memorial. The Capitol Building. The White House. Jeff had never seen anything like it in his entire life.

"Golly! This must be the nation's capitol!" thought Jeff. "I can't wait to see it all."

Senator Paine knocked at Jeff's door. "Jeff, the train has stopped. Let's head on over to the station and get our baggage."

Jeff left the train and stepped out onto the platform. He felt like he was walking on air. For the first time, he was having an experience too much for words.