Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1880-10-07
TO BITTERNESS.
The Quiet Way in Which Two Old
Gentlemen Discussed Politics.
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Grandfather Llckshingle an(
the Deacon Radspinner, two pa
triarchs of this community, wer,
walking down the street togeth.
er yesterday. 1t was remarked
that two such venerable mel
were not often seen together, anc
people raised their hats to then
as they passed along and spoke
to them reverently.
"There's entirely too much
bitterness in this campaign, dea-
con, ,'said Mr.. l. Lickshingle, "and
! l regret it exceedingly. Now
when We wuz young men and
took an interest in politics, we
had none ofjthis 'ere everlasting
cat-haulin'.p b,iR hflA1r
"1ndeed we hadn't" acqui-
iesced the Deacon. "Take Jack
sons campaign, for instance.
There wuz a lively interest ta-
ken by both parties, but there
was none Of your bully-raggin'
like We see nowadays"
"Fhat's a fact, Deacon" said
old Lickshingle, shut between
you and me i never thought
much of jackson"
''He was a mighty good man.
Lickshingle.." d -sa
"I1e was small potatoes COM
pared to some men we have now,
deacon. 5000 iUH
"Who dye mean?" demanded
the deacon. I
"Well, there's Garfield" said
Lickshingle. 4.a1
"Garfeld be DANCED. You
know mighty well, Lickshingle,
he couldn't have been 'lected
hog-rive in a hill-town in Jack
sons day"
"He's darn sight better man
than Hancock"
3'fGo slow, Lickshingle, go
slowl' said the deacon somewhat
agitated.
"Oh, / know what Pm talking
about" retorted Lickshingle, as
he stabbed the pavement spite
fully with his hickory cane.
"Hancock is regular stoughton
bottle, that's what he is"
can what's Garfield? Great
guns, what's Garfield? Didn't
he lay Cheap John sort of pave
ment around the Capitol and
charge the Government 81, ,000,-
900 for it?" and the deacon's
eyes blazed with indignation.
'.See here, deacon! Look at
your man Hancock's letter to
Sherman. Didn't he try to blow
up Washington with glycerine!
Say, didn't he? Oh, / read the
papers, old man, an know what
Pm talking about"
"Hancock's a good an pure
man. Didd't he fight like a
bulldog in the war of the rebel
lion? Where was Garfield skull
kin in the time of disaster? In
Canady, by thunder; in Canady."
"What wuz Hancock doin'
with q stil-let-to in his boot the
night Lincoln was murdered?
Answer me that. If Wilkes
Booth had failed, this HaHcock
was ready to finish the job.
Don't talk to mel Don't talk
to mel"
"It's a lie!" howled the deacon
as he whirled around and faced
on the street.
"It's as true as holy writ, an
any mans a liar that says SC"
Lickshingle, too much
wrought up to be particular as
to his phraseology.
EYou're a bald-headed old
scoundrel," yelled the deacon.
"You're an old leper, an ]
can wipe the ground with you,"
howled Lickshingle, gripping his
cane and advancing.
Friends jumped in, and the
two furious old men were drag
ged 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
If he hadn't been drafted, and
he wouldn't went then, only he
thought he would be able to de-
sert-the onery son of a gunW
Made Blind by Arsenic.