WASHINGTON Nov. 15 The interest of the daily stream of visitors at the white house has suddenly turned from Pete, the bulldog to the famous east room.
    They all want to see this fine old reception salon, into which President Roosevelt introduced a gymnasium mat the other day so that he might enjoy with the members of the tennis cabinet the strenuous spectacle of a wrestling match between herculean Japanese champions who are touring the country.
    It is a massive room, comprising the greater portion of the entire wing of the building, with great, high, richly ornamented ceilings, from which suspend chandeliers worth a moderate fortune. The furniture is rich, the rugs velvet-like, the grand piano at the extreme right, a marvelous creation of melody storing.
    In a word it is Uncle Sam's "best room".
    And as the visitors peek in at the door you hear some curious and amusing comments drawn forth by the wrestling match.
    "Oh, dear, Jane, exclaimed one athletic looking young woman, "just imagine what a glorious time our basketball team could have here."
    The youthful chap with chrysanthemum hair looks over the room and remarks that there's pretty nearly space space for the varsity team to have it out with the Indians.
    The large man in check clothes, big mustache and box hat ejaculates:
    "Huh! Next thing you hear they'' pull off a fight between Jeff and Johnson in this shack."
    "All reckon, suh," chuckled a well groomed colonel from Kentucky, "that ef we had this hyah room down in Lexington, we mout start a fair sort of a pool room."
    And so it goes. There is no inclination to censure the executive, but a widespread desire to see where he did it.