The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1880-10-04

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tIemen Discussed Politics.
Petroleum World.
Grandfather Lickshipgle and Deaco
Radspinner, two patriarchs in this CON
munity. were walking down the street tc
gether yesterday. 1twas remarked tina
two such venerable men were not yer.
often seen together, and people raise,
their hats to them as they passed aloni
aud spoke to them reyerently.
"There's entirely too much bitterness Ii
this campaign, Deacon" said Mr.. Lick
shingle, "and l regret It exceedingly
Now, when we wuz young men, and tool
an interest in politics, We had none o
this ERE everlastin' cat.haulin,."
Indeed We hadn't, acqulesced Deacon
Rad spinner. Take Jackson's campaign
for instance. There was q lively interes
taken by both parties, hut there was mont
Of yer bullyraggin' like We see nova
days"
"That's fact, Deacon, }" said Lickshin
gle, "but between you and me l neveI
thought much OF Jackson"
HE was o mighty good man, Lickshin
"He Ct duels and run OFF with another
man's wife. He was small potatoes com
pared 10 some men We have NOW, Deacon
"who dye meant" demanded the Dea
con. rs
"weIl, there's Garfield" said Lickshin
gle.
Garfield be hanged. You know mighty
well, Lickshinele, ne couldn't have beer
'iected hog.reeye in q hill town In Jack
son's day."
"He's a darn sight better man than Han
cock, who doesn't know nothin' about po'
litical business"
"Go slow, Lickshipgle, go slow" said
the Deacon, somewhat aglta!ed.
"0h, know what TN talSin' about
retorted Lickshipgle, as he stabbed the
pavement spiieiully with his hickory cane.
"Hancock's q Stoughton. bottle, that's
what he ia"
can what's Garfield? Great guns,
what's Garfield? Didn't he lay a Cheap
John sort of pavement around the Gap.
itol and charge the Government 81 900, 600
for itW and the Democratic Deacon's eyes
blszed with indignation.
"See here, Desconl Look at your man
Haucock's letter to Sherman. Didn't
he try to blow up Washington with glycer-
rine? Say, didn't he? Oh, read the ps-
pers. old man, an know whst'sgoipg on. /"
"Haneock's good an pure man. Didn't
be 6ght like a bulldog in the War of'the
Rebellion? Where was Garfield skulkin'
in the time OF disaster? In Canady, by
thunder, in CanadyW
what wuz Hancock doin' with still.
letto in his boot the night Lincoln was
murdered? Answer me that II Wilkes
Booth had failed this Hancock was ready
TO finish the job. Don't talk to mel Don't
talk to mel"
sits liel" howled the Deacon. as be
whirled around and faced Lickshlngle on
the street.
Its as true as Holy Writ, an any mans
q liar that says 30" retorted Lickshingle,
too much wrought up to be particular as
to bis phraseology. III
"Your q bald.headed old Radical scoun-
drel," yelled the Deacon.
"You'fe did old Copperhead, an ]
can wipe the ground with you," howled
Lickshingle, gripping his cane and adj
yancing.
Friends jumped in, and the two furious
old men were dragged away in opposite
directions. The Deacon squirmed around
in the arms Of his captors. shook his cane
at Lickshingle, and hissed:
"Your man Garfield would never have
gone into the army II he hadn't been
drafted, and he wouldn't then only he
thought he would be able to desert-the
ornery son OF Runin