The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1874-11-04
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DASuES HERE AND THERE

u Il y HE'D AH AD AND
The Goose, the old Goose, which
traditional Democracy has handed
down to us pure, fat, sleak, again
hangs high, in PLAN Sight and in full
grasp of the white yeomanry of old
Rapides! All is again lovely, all Sc
rene, and Dasher takes his ride at a
"2:40 60 lang gait on the shell-road
of States Rights and Home Rule, and
can't now stop for wayfares and lott
erers for fear of missing his connect
ions, and full of good feelings and
spelling with joy dashes on to his
second blast.
-Dasher's once more himself
again, right side up with Democrat
ic care, detailed duty over, done de
bon couer, sided with his race, his
people, his home and the sacred ten
cts taught by his grand old party
whose thunder tones Of victory ring
from one end of the land to the far
thest confines of the Territories, as
he sits in his Sanctum this Tuesday
morning, Harvesting up in the old
traces and again ready, and more
than willing to do his share of duty!
Alexandria Precinct! The old
cradle of Dasher's babyhood days,
how she looms up in every white
mans love and instincts for her glo-
rious performance of Monday /! Two
white(2) men, only two, voted them
selves the enemies Of their race, and
soiled the dirty rag of negrodom and
Kelloggism on the occasion. Dash
er with shame and confusion must
record the fact that the faithful old
Emerald Isle gave birth to the one,
and that the proud "Old North State
is claimed as the birth spot of the
other! That awful freak of poor ma
ture, must not be thrown up to the
soil where snakes are not, and where
tarpitch and turpentine are at pre-
MUM, but let us all join in wishing
the damned black spot were not such.
No intimidation! Election morn
ing!! Fifteen tents Of Infantry blea-
ching in the Court House Yard and
twenty bold cavalry boys dashing
around Town and all for - we'll
Dasher would like to know and hopes
he don't Paul Pry like intrude in
mildly suggesting why, wherefore
whatfor? And further he thinks they
don't intimidate On the voting cues
ton worth a cent. That Packard
Kellogg speculation did not pay three
per cent interest, and would not even
melt Sno,r, and must pass to the prof
it and loss account of Mr.. and Mrs.
Williams, of Washington and their
silent partners here. Next?
Soup, good soup is French
mans bon govt, and when washed
down with a glass Of pure Leoville
stands higher in the nitche of the
"Nectars of the Gods" than anything
known in Dasher's gastronomics and
you never die young when it is in
your reach. Amid the varied shifts
of Dasher's appreciative stomach, he
can yet relish a good plate of soup,
and surely Of late he has been friend
ly supplied with several plates, in
that line, Which he knows and feels
were good, and par excellence ahead
Of anything in that line he has enjoy
ed in many long days. And then the
remembrance came from kind ones,
who know a French Editors failings,
and happily for him put the knowl-
edge into practical operation.
-Dasher must step one side and
mention with commendable pride,
and to their boast be it written, that
the "Jew Merchants" Of our Town on
last Monday showed their true colors
and made the fight for us in real good
pluck, and never foran instant show
ed the white feather or faltered in
their tracks. With zeal, both real
and persistent, they threw them
selves into the breach and vert at
the enemy with will, and right here
Dasher profusely thanks them for his
people and in their name.
EG We publish in our present
issue, the Prospectus of the Daily
and Weekly New York Sun, a first
class, able, talented, and decidedly