The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1877-09-22

! dimensions, the tail of calf With
evident interest he paused and looked
again Not satisfied with that, he
walked towards it, moved it from side
to side, examined it and the hole care
FULLY, and drew back to survey it from
a distance Pcrplexed beyond measure,
he retired to the edge of the pavement,
leaned against Il convenient post and,
with gaze intentlv fixed upon the tail,
| fell into state Of the deepest abstrac-
after hour, until he had attracted the
attention Of the employees within and
become the object Of their ridicule and
jokes. One Of them, thinking to afford
greater amusement to his fellows, came
out, and stepping up to the man Of
learning, said to him: My dear sir,
are YOU an Egyptian mummy" "Oh,
no." replied the philosopher, mot at
all. | am only puzzled | have been
trying to determine, sir, how the calf
got through that hole"
In just such state of wonder and
bewilderment has the average Demo
cratic voter of Cecil county been since
the adjournment Of the late Democratic
Convention. He has stood almost mo-
tionless for more than a week, endeavor-
ing to explain to himself how that Con
vention was managed, what instrument
talities were employed in the manage
rnent and, chiefly, how a certain gentle
man, whose name appears upon the
ticket, succeeded in crawling through
hole that was thought to have been
made so small that it would not admit
of the passage even of calls tail.
Metaphorcally speaking, then, the ques
ton is, how did the calf get through?
We propose to present no intricate
or complex theory by which the ques-
that demands neither ingenuity nor logic
1t simply requires the knowledge of one
FACT And if our Democratic brethren
will accept the assistance which WE
proffer in the matter, we will solve the
mystery for them in two words-ELK-
TON RINGIsM. We charge nothing for
the explanation and besides, there is
the additional feature of reliability.
The Convention was managed through
out as, indeed are all Democratic move
ments in this county, by clique of
Elkton politicians, whose cleverness is
only equalled by their greed. 1t needed
no extra vigilance to discover that mas
ter hands We're at the helm, and all
other interests We're made subordinate
to their sweet wills. In full control Of
the machinery, this local band holds
secret consultations weeks before their
conventions meet, to determine upon
the availability Of candidates and allot
the spols. When everything is in readi-
ness, the Democratic automatons of the
rural districts are brought into town,
taken into the Hall, placed upon the
benches and, the wires being properly
adjusted, are made to nominate " the
slate" that has previously been ar
ranged for them. The poor, innocent
and deluded creatures imagine Gf au-
donations can be said to have magma
tions), that they are acting as free
agents when, in reality, they are the
merest puppets, answering responsive
to the masters call. The work marked
out for them being accomplished, the
conventions adjourn, the party organ
" filings the banner to the breeze with
editorial laudatory of the merits of the
respective candidates. while the Ring
walks around with its tongue in its
cheek and one eve closed and the big
politician laughs quietly in his sleeve.
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