The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1880-10-14
NO BITTERNESS.
THE QUIET WAY IN WHICH TWO OLD GEN
TLEMEN DISCUSSED POLITICS.
Petroleum World,

Petroleum World.
Grandfather Lickshingle and Deacon Rad
spinner. two patnarchs in this community,
were walking down the street together yes
terday. 1t was remarked that two such ven
cradle men were not very often seen to-
gether, and people raised their hats TO them
as they passed along and spoke to them
reyerently.
There's entirely too much bitterness in
this campaign, deacon" said Mr. Lick
Single, land regret it exceedingly. Now,
when we wuz young men, and took ap in
terest in politics, we had none of this ere
everastin' cat-haulin'.'
Indeed we hadn't" acquiesced deacon
Radspinner. Take Jackson's campaign
for instance. There wuz lively interest
taken by both parties, but there was none
of yer bullyraggin' like we see nowadays"
That's fact, deacon" said Lickshingle,
but between you and me never thought
much of Jackson"
HE was mighty good man, Lickshin-
GLE"
He fit duels and run off with another
mans wife. He was small potatoes com
pared TO some men we have now, dea-
| con-
"Who dye mean" demanded the dea-
con.
"Well, there's Garfield, said Lickshingle.
Garfield be hanged. You know mighty
well, Lickshinge, he couldn't have been
'lected hog. reevel IN hill town in Jackson's
day
"He's darn sight better man than Han
cock, who doesn't know nothin' about polit-
ical business,
go slow, Lickshingle, 60 Slow said the
deacon, somewhat agitated.
"Oh, know what I'm talkin' about, re-
torted Lickshinglc, as he stabbed the pave
ment spitefully with his hickory cane.
"Hancock's Stoughton- bottle, that's what
he is"
"An what's Garfield Great guns, what's
Garfeldl Didn't he lay a Cheap.John sort
of pavement around the capitol and
charge the government s1,O00,000 for it!'
and the democratic 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 glyceriuel
Say. didn't hel Oh, l read the papers, old
man, an know what's goin' on
"Hancock's a good an pure man. Didn't
he fight like bulldog in the war Of the
rebellionl Where was Garfield skulkin' in
the time of Disaster in Canady, by thun-
der, in Canady"
What wur Hancock doin' with stletto
in his boot the night Lincoln was mur.
deredl Answer me that. fWilkes Booth
had failed this Hancock was ready to finish
the Job. Don't talk to me, Don't talk to
mew
ats liem howled the deacon, as he
whrled around and faced Lickshingle on
the street.
"It's as true as Holy Writ an any mans
a liar that says so,' reported Lickshngle,
too much wrought up to be particular as to
his phraseology.
You're bald-head old radical scoun.
drel," yelled the deacon.
"You're q id old copperhead, an car
wipe the ground with YOU" howled Lick
single, gripping his can understanding.
Friends jumped in, and the two furious
old men were dragged away in opposit,
directions. The deacon squlrned arount
in the arms of his captors, shook his can
at Lickshingle, and Kissed:
"Your man Garfield would never hav
gone into the army il he hadn't been draft
ed, and he wouldn't then, only he though
he would be ahte to desert-the ornery son
of.a-gun.