Two months ago the town was obscure and happy. Today it is a universal joke. I have been attending the permanent town meeting that goes on in Robinson's drug store, trying to find out what the town optimists have saved from the wreck. More specifically, it is believed that settlers will be attracted to the town as to some refuge from the atheism of the great urban Sodoms and Gomorrah. On these points, I regret to report, optimism has to call in theology to aid it.
Prayer can accomplish a lot.
It can cure diabetes, find lost pocketbooks and retain husbands from beating their wives. Coming to this thought, Dayton begins to sweat. The town, I confess, greatly surprised me. I expected to find a squalid Southern village, with darkies snoozing on the horse blocks, pigs rooting under the houses and the inhabitants full of hookworm and malaria. The town boomers have banqueted Darrow as well as Bryan, but there is no mistaking which of the two has the crowd, which means the venire of tried and true men.