The Wichita city eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1872-1883, 1875-08-12
For the Eagle.
Oh My Country. What Blast J
WYaNDoTT. KANSAS,
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funniest circumstance on record. We
said "Moze, come 10 Pap and guess
this old riddle" lie threw his mud
pies into his mothers rising bread,
wiped his hands on his hair and came
and told us to propel. We did, thus
Il am not wandering jew or the son
OF Levi. | was with Adam i'll the gar
den, with Noah in the ark, and near
Christ's crucifxion. Ny beard is of a
vermillion red and | go bareheaded
like an old friar. All nations have
heard my voice. and when ! speak
windows aud doors fly open. Guess,
who can" Moze sand, 'Susan u. An
thony." | turned him over Oh my
knee and pitched his tune on B fiat and
laid him in his little bed, and he
dropped away, mattering, ragged
edge" "section of judgment day"
Don't yon want boy?
Now, NJ NJ. Murdoch, is it true that
the only way you can write your name
is to lay on crosscut saw and run a
pen around the teeth? Is il true, as
reported, that your respected wife has
left you and the State forever, on ac-
count of that bunch of hair found in
your pocket, and that OH gaining her
fathers roof aud comparing, she found
it was her own, which you ruthlessly
tore from her quivering head in that
last quarrel? And yet you expect to
be Governor Oh, my country, Is
civilization, after all, failure? BY
the way, would it not be jolly il the
kind hearted, good naiured, much
abused cold Pom" should run for
Governor next fall, get it. and so vim
dictate even-handed justice? One thing
you can set down for fact, there are
thousands of good men in Kansas who
are longing for chance TO rebuke the
foul conspirators who helped destroy
the best friend and most faithful and
useful representative Kansas ever had.
Wouldn't such a thing brighten the old
rings and Office hunters into fits?
The world moves.
This writist was at your driving city
last week, but could not visit your
eyre Saw the thousand acres of Mann
outh corn saw the vast fields of wheat,
oats, vegetables; saw your beautiful
new mills, elevator, etc. Saw the shin
ing face Of Steele, Adams, ilobsom,
Woodman and lots more of the best
men that ever helped build up any city.
Saw Marsh Murdoch, the juicy succu-
lent who makes the EAGLE so readable.
Here let me ask in whisper, hadn't
Marsh better stand on his own Plus and
not be seen quite so much in company
with Ingalls,, ct opaReS. Let every
coming man stand up square and
shoulder his own sins, and blush
serenely at the mention of his own
virtues and moi be dragged down by
falling laminarics who are soon TO dis
appear from our political heavens.
Then we saw the square, solid Camp
bell, Judge of the thirteenth district,
whose massive soul and body is built
of brownish granite from the founda-
ton up. 1t don't tire you TO lock at
such a man and talk with him. He |
don't put on airs, has big, iudepend-
ent thinkery of his own. Knows his /
business TO a dot. Clear, quick, firm. /
Bound TO be just if it crucifies himself
or his best friends. Say now, be hon
est, isn't he your next man for Con-
gress? You'uns ought to begin to
hunt up men that have brains, charac-
ter, and legal ability 10 represent this
great State, and who more fit. or that
knows the wants of the southern tier
better than Judge Campbell. We came
across Col. Knapp, formerly of Oxford,
Sumner county, and the way he was
rafting around was caution. He was
just shipping the first car load of wheat
ever sent from Sumner county, from
his farm at Oxford, and is putting in a
hundred acres more this fall. He farms
and that elegantly, practices law,
breaches Sundays, sells dry goods, lee
lures, writes for several papers, builds
stumps in politics and seems
happy under it all. We need men to
stir 'em up. Speaking of preachers
don't you think Charles Francis Adj
ans has hit il in saying we want re-
yival among the preachers. Many OF
them are good, working, self-sac-
riiicing men: but oh, Jupiter Felix
how stale, rusty and poverty-stricken
some of the others sermons are. We
heard such AN one at the NJ. E. church
in Topeka recently, and felt sick-like
aud wanted to 90 home to mother.
meni When the credit of
he church is at stake: when mems
souls are crying out for bread when
hell is drawing in our young men by
thousands, why can't you rub up lit
lie, get out of your old ruts, sharpen
up your sabre, go to the front and
trike out right and left. For heavens
AXE give US bread. new. well baked,
weet mental, spiritual bread. Didn't
tell you Beecher would come out
light? Felt it in my bones. This |
county has an immense crop Of corn !
rowing. Business men are hopeful. ,
Did you say, give us rest" Well, c
viii. MOZART.