The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1880-08-19
SQUIRE LITTLEFIELD.
How He Quoted "Scriptur and Wrung
His Coat tails.
Lewiston journal


Glover's Band and Squire Littleield of
Bridgton furnished musical salad for the fu-
sion campfire at Auburn Hall, Thursday even
ing. A big crowd was there. The hall was
full, when John A. Morrill,, Esq, called to or
der and nominated Gen. Philo Clark, of Tur-
ner, for President of the evening. Gen. Clark
took the chair and made brief speech. Soon
a procession appeared in the AISLE that stirred
up big applause. 1t consisted of Hon. N S.
Littlefield, of Bridgton; Hon. E. F. Pillsbury,
OF Boston, formerly of Augusta; Hon. F. NJ
Fogg, of Auburn; Frank B. Torrey, of Bath,
and several lesser lights. Pillsbury had on the
identical smile that he wore when our reporter
saw him last fall on the same platform Squire
Littlefield is a silver-haired "reminiscences of
rosy. He wore an Andrew jackson dickey
and tremendous hickory cane He was in
troduced first by Gen. Clark.
Mr.. Littlefelds remarks were in humOr-
GUS vein: He amused his hearers by his way
OF wringing his coat-tais in front of him. while
he was speaking. He said: 81 feel thankful
and gratified with the reception I have met
here to-day, and especially this evening am
exceedingly grati6ed to see such an audience as
this before me, and especially to see so many
1 s'pose they call bonnets laughter With
out their aid, this life would be worse than a
blank. Their influence should and will be
thrown ins favor of the gallant Hancock.
Will not make speech this evening. If kin
make speech, it is not the time and place for
it this evenin'
The great question before our State is our
State election. One great objection raised by
our opponents is that we tried to steal State!
lat this point Ex-Governor Garcelon came in
and took seat upon the platform amid great
applause. Pretty kind of talk for those fell
lows to make the Squire continued, ''Satan
rebukin' sin! Who stole the United States?
want to say word about mud-throwin'. The
republicans say, oh, don't let us throw any
mud. Laughter. Because why? They know
that they've made plenty of mud for us to
throw at their candidate; and that<no mud
that they can throw won't stick to our candi-
date. I'm going to throw mud. am going
to throw the mud that they have made up fol
us. want to take my share of the blame il
there is any, and want my share of the glory
for the glorious result in this second dees.
trick congressional convention, today Zap.
plauSe / came here to help bring this
thing about, and / am gratified for the re.
tult. 1t is the salvation of the State. II
nominated a candidate of their own, in less
than i've days there would have been one
nominated against Anderson in the First dees
trlct, and we'd lost that. Now we're sure Of
Inree ueeStrlctS IN this State, and in case
| there's no election of a President, and Con.
| gress has to choose, we will have Maine as 9
| State to count on. I'm one of those kind Of
| men that never write down what they have tC
say. I've addressed juries 53 years, I've adj
| dressed political meetins 50 years, and never
writ down anything yet. There's an injunction
! OF scriptur that tell us that what man gives
| in day, to him that day it shall be given. Sc
always rely on that. can't never can dc
half SO well when write anything down. I'm
| going to throw mud at Garfield, the mud his
| own party has fixed for u.s.
When, when my son came home from the
news board, and told me he was nominated al
Chicago, says 1, "Why that amt the one in
Congress, is it?' eyes" says he. "Why,'
| says |, that can't be. His names De Golyel
Garfield! Laughter I actually thought
| that was his name. He Is convicted of doing
that for which he ought not to receive the
confidence OF this people, and he's convicted
| Of perjury in denyin' it."
Squire Littlefeld's remarks were abruptly
| cut short by the rudeness of his hearers
| There were loud shouts of "Pillsbury, .sPills
| bury" "Cut it," "Pillsbury" The Squires
last sentences were made unintelligible to the
audience by these cries, and finally he wa.
drowned out entirely by an impatient nd lout
burst OF stamping. Gen. Clark jumped to his
feet and fire flashed from his eye. "Music!
he shouted frantically. The Squire convul
| sively clutched his coat tails. Then the band
| played, and the audience and uncle LittlefielC
| both subsidized