Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1878-10-24
GARDENERS lIAB-KIlN Club,
THEIR PRIVATE OPINION PUB
LICLY EXPRESSED.
The Honor Of the Modern Candi-
sdate.
AN HONEST ONE ADVERTISED
FOR.
The Tombstone of Brother Thomas
.s13 Sunfower.


sss3 Sunfower.
fBrother Gardner's Lime Kiln Club in
Detroit Free Press
Las mite, 'twixt de hours Of seben
an eight o'clock, I went ober to see
de Wiader Johnsin said Brother
Gardner, as his bald head rose to
within eighteen hichestofi the ceiling.
ashe's bin in a heap O. trouble bout
de water tax, an my ole woman sent
me ober dar to tell her to trus in de
Lawd an cotch all de rain water she
could. I sot down by de grateful
stove, an when l seed dat de widder
he'd bin readin o noosepaper l softly
axed her:
"'Missus Johnsin am you a.wah
dat de fall campaign hez opened?'
can she replied dat she was
,a-Tore.
.-q-... q. An, did you-know, 'cordfn' to
g de papers. dat among de candydates
am fo. murderers 81
"'Bress my .oull but spected 1t
fer cher month"; she yelled as she
histed one of de pickaniggers outer
de way.
"An do you know dat six mo Of
de candydates am forgers and PERU
rers? 1 sweetly continered.
"Bress my soul but Ill took in
dem chickuns soon s your gone away
she 'sclaimed ez she frowed glance
of scorn at de chill'tn playin' horse
wid de spider.
IAN 'mong de lesser candydates,
Missus Jonsin, am numbered gem 'ler
who steal Losses when dey git de
ehsnce, an odders who rob orfun
'syluma an prowl frew araveyards.
81 knods it knode it-lze bin
HARM de ssrangest kin o noises
'roun' de cabin ebery night fur de
Jas week, she whispered as she bent
eber 10 look under de bed.
"Dan dar was a paws. De ole
.aeiock ticked away in de solomnest
! maal>r, an de chillan knocked de
handle, off de spider as dey tux a
circle rom, de big blue recstn chg r ;;
g-rHf
arount till she showed dedollar rings
o, her fingers an de big yaller bow
a. her front, an she said:
"'Brudder Gardner. it seems 10
me dat de time hez arrove to purge
'Merican politics Of its fraud an cor
rupshun. How am you gwine to
vote?
Gem len, 1 spit on de hot stove,
an I spit ober it, an seed de wld-
der canvas backgroun' lookin' right
at de end of my nose, an l couldn't
git dis old mouf open to save me |
walked out Of dat wild her queshun
unanswered an de chillen tyin' de
clothes-line fast to de teakettle an
maxim reddy for a haul. [ was
aakiu' ober it all night long, an lie
6nkia' ober it yit. Sir Isaac Walpole,
YOU am an ole man. You hez bin
run ober by butcher cart, bit by a
rattlesuAke, an lost in de woods, az
YOU am competent to speak on dis
subieck. Dispress your views, Brud-
der Walpole."
The old man rose up in an humble
sheaitatipg way, and mildly said;
"Gem' len. shall nebber cast my
vote Tor a criminal, an l move dat
d. club insert de follerin' advertise
msnt in de papers:
.WAsrEp-A political candidate who
has not been charged with murder, arson,
robbery. burglary. forgery, embezz!e-
,nent. fraud, drunkenness or. ai., is In,
vited to send his address. ag;davit and
references of character TO the Detroit
Iime-Kiln Club :"
Brother Gar4ner's face lighted up like
the bottom board of fence opposite
a bonfire, and Ge club adopted the
ideA aad ordered the Secretary tolhave
hsad. inserted in red ink if possible
A SPECIAL REPORT.
The COMMITTEE on sFeeialties
which had been ordered to in7esti'
gate and report on the subject of an
epitaph for BROTHER Thomas Sun: 1n1: