The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1882-10-26

Stean-hOrSe could ever trOt inside
of 2:40. There was a man who
'.knew" you couldn't make the sur
draw your portrait. There was 3
man who ''knew" you could never
find better light than a whale-oil
lamp. There was another man who
"knew3 you could never beat lard
oil. There was another man who
said that Colonel Drake was a gib-
bering idiot because he said that be
could pump'a better oil than lard
oil out of the ground like waiter.
There was another man who said
Edison was insane when he talked
about an electric light. There was
another man who said the phone
graph was a clever trick ofventrilo
quism. There was a man who said
the telephone was newspaper lie.
There was a man in England who
led mobs of agricultural laborers to
destroy Neutrality-suspicious.. Thefe
was a man in America who "knew'
the invention of the sewingma-
chine meant starvation to the POOR
seamstress. There is a man to-day
who says all people may hveiih
America save only the CHINESE
There is q man who ''knowsr the
Indians can never be civilized.
There is a man who ''knows" we
have reached the limit of human
progress. There is a man who
''knows" the gigantic corporations
will devour the country, There is q
man who knows the people are
hopelessly enslaved, and will never
rise to assert themselves. There is
a man who "knows that all politics
are, corrupt, all politicians mercena-
ry, the civil service rotton to the
core, and our social life is honey
combed with deceit" Now, mH
dear boy, there's only one way for
you to escape the mans whining
and obstinate, mulish opposition tp
everything. / Keep so far ahead Of
him you can't hear him. And do
you keep moving and drag him
along. Rasp him with the double
trees; he has to come, for the old
chariot never stands still a second.
The difference between you and that
man, m y boy,is that you run and he
is dragged. You spring along,
with your eyes open, your head
erect, and you help to keep things
He has his feet set in the
road, his eyes shut tight, his back
up on his shoulders and his heart
under the wheels. Every time you
make a leap you throw the dust
back in his face. Don't, my boy,
you do, don't get back
beside that man. Don't have any
breeching on your harness. Put on
a breast collar and that's enough;
you'll run the more lightly and
feel freer. Let THE man in the
hang back. All that yoh
have to do Is to step out, keep pace
with the times, sing as you march
and keep the man in the breeding
so covered with dust that the world
will only know he's there by the
dirt around him. 1t may be, Teld-
that you IL run a little fast
it may be that you'll
kick over the traces in your exu-
berance of spirit; you may some
times want to strike 2:l9 gait on
a 1920 road; you may need more
curb than whip, but go it, my boy.
There is a good driver on the seat
and irm hand on the lines, and
I'd rather see you coming down the
long vistas OF history with the bit
in your teeth, your heels in the air,
the brake-rod sprung and the dash
board flying, than down on your
your eyes shut and your
back bowed, the lash on your TANKS
and your collar up to your ears,
legs set like CROW bars aud the dust
of the whole team flying in your
face, while you hang hack in the
breeching and come along because
you can't help Bob Burdette.