Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1878-09-19
THE LIME KILN CLUB.
Brother Gardner Remarks on the Mot.
to 'Tndustry am de Linch-pin Of
SuccpSg0
IFrom the Detroit Free Press

The janitor's face wore a pleasant
expression. The first-comers couldn't
make out whether he had just Sc
cured his woodpile for the winter or
drawn a ticket in lottery, but the
cause of his citation was 20 come out.
Just before the call to order Uncle
Dan brought in from the coal closet
an ak, hoe, a spade, and buck saw,
all betraying old age and long SER
vice. They had been forwarded to
the club through him from Staunton,
Va. by an old friend, who requested
that they be preserved along with
other relics of past ages. Before
Brother Gardner came in the boys
had hung each article on the wall
over, under, and around the white
wash brushes, and the janitor had
ready painted motto reading:
Industry am de Inch pin of sue
cess. De man who works wild his
mouf alone will allus want for bread"
FIRM AS A ROCK.
"Gem'len," said Brother Gardner,
waving his hand in a grand way at
the implements OF industry hanging
on the wall. ~ war las mite invited
to partook Of strawburies an cream
long wild Misser Cook, de white man
what gallivants aroun' de kentry
maxim speeches on de good times
comm for workin'men. 1 knode he
was feelin' roun' TO secure de in
fioonce Of dis club, but l percolsted
ober dar jist de same. De strawbur-
les an cream didn't show up, but
Misser Cook did. We sat down on
de picket fence an he softly began:
"Brudder Gardner, doan' you re-
alize dat capital has got labor by de
froat?
Il tole him did. L tole him dat
we orter hev a law to prevent any
capitalist from spendin' single dol
lara law to prevent him from build
in houses, ships, docks, stores. shops,
fences, walks, an so forth, an' in dat
way we'd get de side-hill on him. all
de workin'men in de kentry would
be frown out OF work, OF course an
all bizness would stop still, but what
oh dat? tole him made five dol
lars day all de week be o., but /
couldn't injoy de cash cause capital
had me by de froat. Misser Cook
looked ober at me FROM de co'ner of
his eye, hitched aroun' like boy on
a washboard, an said:
"'Brudder Gardner, dem bloated
bon holders am jist drainin' de life
blood OF dis kentry. OATS de rea-
son why de laborin' man can't get a
dollar aheadv
Il heaved q sigh in concert wild
him, an axed him il could bor-
row money In Detroit from a certain
private individual for less dan ten
per cent. / axed him IL de bloated
possessor of four per cent. bond
was much wuss dan de man who put
his money In de savin' bank an
drew FIVE, or de private individual
who charged ten? Taxed him il de
man who loaned dis kentry money
when de kentry was split up. de gov
eminent wuz on de run, an de cash
box empty, shouldn't hev a fair in
terest on his risk? I axed him to
remember dat de same men who
worked for two dollars a day two
years ago an paid forty cents fol
butter, twenty cents for calico. an
ten dollars for a bar'l OBJ -four, nov
got ten an twelve shillin's a day an
bought butter for fifteen cents /,
poun', calico for five cents yard
an Louise rent had come down one
half. Gem'len Cook slipped off d.
fence to git some dokerments from
de he house, an he forgot to com'
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