The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1879-07-16
The DARK Horse of 1ssa.
From The Detroit Free Pres,


Now you may know who the OZARK
horse" is in the coming political campaign.
He entered q Grand River avenue saloon
yesterday, when the day was hottest, and
removing his coat, hat and collar he con-
tidentally asked for private word with
the proprietor.
"Nopody ish here-you can shpoke
awsy," vas the reply, as the beer.seller
lazily rinsed a glaSa.
"Arc youaware, whispered the stranger,
as he put his nose almost into the others
face, that this country is on the eve OF
another stupendous political struggle?"
EDO you mean about dis hot yedder2"
No, sir! | mean that We are soon to
elect another President and that the cam
paign will be the hottest ever known in
the political history OF this world, and you
may draw me glass OF beer"
"Vhell, l doan' know much Of bolt.
ticks" said the other, and making no
move TO till the glass.
"That's it-that's the key motel" chuck.
led the old man as he slapped him on the
back. "The kind OF men TO go into the
next cabinet are men who have never
been mixed upin politics. I'm mighty
glad came in here, and you may draw
me glass Of beer"
"Are you some politicIansP" quietly
asked the saloonist after pause, and pay.
ing no attention to the request for beer.
"Ah! Lower your voice q little! Yes,
I'm in politics. Pm the wickedest wire
puller in this world. I'm the greatest
convention-packer on land or sea. l gel
in more work at the polls than any q
men you ever saw, and you may draw me
glass OF beer.n .,Et ,r1r,
AWho shall be der next gbresident?'
carelessly inquired the other, as he sal
down on the head OF beerkeg.
The stranger tip.toed to the door, closed
and locked t, and returning to his former
position whispered;
"Take good square look at me! You
now behold the next President II the
United States OF America, anti you may
draw me glass OF beer"
"You doan' look like some presidents,
observed the saloonist as he gave the old
man looking oyer. y
Ssh! Don't give me awayI You SCI
I'm from the masses. I'm the dark horse
cantering along In the underbrush. Thu
people demand q representative OF toll
That's me. They want honesty and integ
rity. That's me again. They want q mar
who knows a hay.stack from stone quar-
ry-who can economize-who can't b
corrupted-who has pride. enough for TIL
/ position, and yet not be ashamed to rid,
10 funeral in o ons.horse wagon-all 0
which is me several times over, and yol
may draw me glass Of beer"
"yhat barty shall vote for you" asket
the beer man, after q minute OF dee
thought.
"Ah! eureka! excelsior! selah! That
the keynote again! When the hour
ripe step between. the two great parties
mash both and form q third party on tn
ruins, and you may draw me q glass {
beer"
"Well, l shan't carry some torch.light
, PROFESSIONS on der street. 4
40ii course you won't You keep b.
hindthe currant bushes, say nothing,an
|, when the time arrives you will be otfere
/ the position OF Secretary Of War, and 20
: NAV draw me glass of beer"
dMy peer ish al gone"
"very we'll. Then my appointment
are oil gone, your name Will not be selec
ed for the next seeretaryoi War
The old man began putting on q