The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1880-09-23
The result was about the same in
this Congressional District.
WelIston Again Troubled.

WELLsToN, O., Sept 13, 1880.
Troubles never comes singly, it is
said, and believe it. Four weeks since
| gloried in being democrat, for l
was sure they were going to beat; but
Vermont has gone to the RAIDS" and
Indiana is slipping from US. Their
speaker give our past record fits,
while our orators can only throw their
arms wildly in the air and howl fraud.
We have grabbed at the last straw and
indorsed lawlessness all over this coun-
try, hoping to gain votes in this way.
Our cook-admiring iteratus, who is
sues out the dough for our democratic
readers in this county, and from whose
Office, a mess of prevarications are
sent weekly to the Enterprise, has
sanctioned the riots at Coalton. Char
ley Commune told Albert Ipecac that
he was glad our papers had done so;
that those operators were the worst OF
men, and that hanging was too good
for them That struck me to the dot;
for any man who uses his money to
open up the wealth of this country
and expects dollar in return, should
UC Oub CSiutuU NCOlSS SdN
we would think G -ent If we hal
been chased around the house at the
dead hour might in single garment
garb as he was the night before the
troops came to Coalton.
/, as democrat, feel particularly.
| am treated no more and everything
seems to go wrong. | was not in
formed, beforehand, when Watermel-
on Jim spoke here the 2Sth ult.; but
when [ heard our pennyroyal band
roaring | made for the hall. | knew
him as soon as he was introduced; he
is such noble big stomached dema-
gogue, and wears such handsome red
blossom in the middle of his face, that
every stranger knew at a glance he
was one of us Hancocks.
Firstly, he startled us by telling
what terrible Grow eater and how
low Mackley was. Secondly, how
mean the 'Rads'' were; and lastly,
Mackley was bad man anyhow, and
he didn't care who knew it. It was
grand oratorical effort and the dozen
or so present cheered wildly, in whis-
per.
James McClung said the ground had
all been gone over and he had moth
ing to say. How different the meet
ing Of the blue coats last Saturday
night There were four bands, and
about five hundred people present.
The cannon roared, the drums rolled,
and the long line of uniformed guards
holding aloft their flags and torches.
while cheer after cheer for Garfield
rose and fell on the air, caused me to
dread November days. Aaron, the
Patriarch, said it reminded him of the
campaign Of 1850, when the ID alb
olitionists run old Abe. We democrats
want no more such speakers as Curry
to come here. He coolly lifted up
that rotten plank In our platform
where we indorse our past history, and
| let every one see our crimes; bursted
our State bank scheme; tore open our
anti-prosperity argument, by saying
the Lord had helped the republican
party with good crops, and therefore
was on their side; hence the other
fellow must be On the democratic side
While everybody cheered and laughed,
| the speaker was looking at lfuInIul
George, who, thinking he meant him,
crawled down OF the table on which
he sat, and mingled with the crowd.
Curry obviously meant the Devil
and not George; between whom there
is vast difference in appearance. The
former has no such massive chops, as
the latter, nor has he taken on SO
much corn jelly, Judging from my in
innate acquaintance of both. We
filled some of our fellows with hard
cider and bug juice and sent them
around to hollow tor Hancock; but