The tri-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1866-1868, 1867-11-07
For the Standard.
sECFSH. COppERBEAD. DEhIKRATIK !.
MEETING AT SMITHFIELD---WHAT THEY
DID- DO. AND WHAT THEY DIDN'T Do

EDITORS STANDARD line SeCeSSlOnlSts
with a few exceptions met at the Court house
on the 2sth of Oct, and proceeded to nomi-
nate in the following style. There was a
there was a small number of people any
way Mr. Waddle, the County Attorney,
played the bass fiddle and DR.. Beckwith was
the fugleman of the occasion. Then there
was Bill Davis, A NJ Mobiles and Mr. Sharp
of Selma notorietv And now the failure
commenced, for Mr.. Waddle began to slip
around from one to another searching for a
chairman-but nary one was to he found,
until he approached Mr.. Kerby, who was
frightened by the conscript law and hasn't
got over his y" skeer" He walked into the
bar, stroked his hair, rolled his eyes up to-
wards the ceiling, and soiemnly said, fellow
citizens. I-I-I-and then he broke down.
Go on, says Bill Davis. Then he caught
breath and looked at Bill, with a sickly
smile, and says he, move that Jethro THAN
be appointed chairman. Tremendous APP
plause from Bill Davis. DIR. Beckwith
sneezed, and rubbed the dust offhis spectacles.
Thain was unanimously elected, and on
motion of DR.. Beckwith 1t. Horn was ap-
pointed secretary. But 10 Sam Horn wer'nt
thar! Then there was dead silence, and
they sent out mourner to search for the
missing corpse. Somebody got up and
suggested the name of Maj. Ryals for secre
tary, but the Major declined. Others were
called on, but it was no 60. Waddle looked
mean-he took Dr. Beckwith and Bill Davis
aside. Bill was getting blue in the gills.-
Darn ef faint a failure, says he. No, said
Waddle, looking fierce, I'll act myself Mr..
Davis, if no one else will. So will l, says
Bill, if can't write, I can. get it done, by
jucks. You are a nut, says Waddle. DR..
Beckwith sighed, and says to Waddle, fix it
up, and don't be an hour in killing u.s.
where's Horn? They've just fotch him in,
says Bill Davis. DR.. Beckwith grinned,
while Sam took his seat and proceeded to
write down the "perceedances of the
meetin."
Tremendous applause from Bill Davis
and then there was another space OF solemn
silence. Waddle got up and waddled round
He moved that a committee to draft resolu-
tions be appointed. You've got 'em writ,
says Bill Davis to Waddle, haint you 3
Hush, says Waddle. Dry up, says Beckwith,
Shet up your fly trap, says Noble. Stop his
jaw, says Sharp. Bill looked wild,-lhe
colored people began to laugh, and then he
looked sheepish, but he didn't say anything,
although he sweled up and looked tius-
trated.
Waddle waddled out and waddled down
a drink and then he waddled back again
with his committee and resolutions, prepar
ed by Gov. Bragg or some other slippery
politician.
looked round and saw Jim Kitchener.
He a peacable secessionist. Then 1
saw Capt Barrett he was enrolling officer.
Then l saw Col Horton; he was rabid
peaceable secessionist. Then l heard Bill
Davis say tn Jim Kitchener: you helped to
git up the other war. Jim, and you'll heIp
to get up this one, won't you2 I'm glad
you are here, Jim, youth do lis good. Jim
looked fat ard greasy. He smiled at Bill,
and there was another dead silence.
A voice from Noble, Sharp! Sharp! says
he. Sharp! Sharp says Waddle. Sharp!
Sharp says Beckwith. Sharp! Sharp says
Bill Davis, give us speech, Sharp Sharp.
Sharp got up with his long bee-gum hat
in his hand, and spoke as follows:
MIR. Chairman, 1 don't feel like speaking
for feel bad Yes, sir, this meeting has
not been conducted as meetings are in old
Virginia, Mr.. Chairman. l, sir, am from old
Virginia. She, sir, is my mother. l come
to your State to adOrn and beautify it. l
came here to build up this State and make
it great like Virginia is-like Old Virginia,
Mr.. Chairman, yes, sir like Virginia.
[D-n Virginny, says Bill Davis. Noble
looked sour l came here for that purpose,
and l have built fine house at Selma
Applause from Noble We want to build
a foundry at Selma. [D-n Selma, says
Bill Davis. Silence, says Noble. Stick to
the question, says Beckwith. / will, says
Sharp. We came here to nominate good
candidates, good and true men,-men that
will go against restoring the Union and in
Tremendous applause from Noble Stop
ALL, n,
Silence, says Noble Hurrah for Sharp 4 |
Our country has been bleeding for long |
time, Mr.. Chairman, and the flow of blood |
must stop, sir, and let me tell you Selma is
ahead of any town in Johnston County. |
[groans from Bill Davis] and We are going
to build foundry in that commercial |
metropolis. I'll burn your d-n foundry,
says Bill Davis. Sharp wilted. Abel !
Abel says Waddle. A voice, Leach!
another Guy Guy! oh, John Guy
There was solemn silence, while Sharp
set down and stuck his bee gum hat on his
knee, and said :" if they don't move the
Court house to Selma, d-nd if don't move
Selma down to Smithfield, sartin. didn't
come from old Virginia to be put down by
tarheels and small "-Silence, says Waddle.
A voice from Noble, Preston! Preston!
Then Preston stepped out-a long, slab
sided Copperhead Democrat from Massachu-
sets. He had gotten somebody to write
him speech, half mile long, which he
drew out and commenced to read Objection
was Immediately raised, and he said that he
would read only part. Then he COM
commenced about jeff Davis, Calhoun and
Yancy, eulogising them; and after getting
little further on he came down on Holden
and the Union men with VIM Then his
speech spradded out and kind of dried up
of itself, with great applause from Bill Davis.
1t was the poorest effort 1 ever heard
Yankee make, but I never heard Copper
head before
Well, Noble was completely overcome.
Whoora, says he. But Waddle sqelched
him and began to read his resolutions. He
would read a little, and then he would com
ment 1 thought about his running off to
Chatham from the bummers. That trip
cost the County one hundred in greenbacks
g | can face thousand yankees with two
drinks in me,"-that's what Waddle used to
say. His body was brave enough no doubt,
but his cowardly legs did tote him off in fine
style when the Yankees came.
When he got to the resolution about negro
equality, he took opposite grounds from the
resolution. The niggers shan't vote, says
Waddle An old darkv off in the corner