The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1885-11-19
BLOODY PAPERS!
Number V.


with the Democratic papers of Ohio
just now. This is in accordance with
the Democratic idiocy of attempting
to deceive the voters, and people gen.
orally, Of to-day, with regard to the
political history Of the past. In the
recent campaign in Virginia, the
Democrats-the old Ex-Rebel ele-
ment. made the most violent and bit
ter Bloody Shirt campaign seen in
any State since the close of the war.
Nothing left undone which could be
thought of in connection with arous-
ing the old hatreds Of the war days,
and while the Democratic papers of
the North are abusing Sherman, they
are gloating over the methods adopted
by the inflated wind-bag, Lee.
It may have been noticeable to
many Of our readers that while the
Democratic papers of the North have
occupied great deal of space in at
tacklng the Bloody Shirt, they have
always invariably, attacked the Bloody,
Shirt Of the North! There has been
no word of censure for the traitors
who would perpetuate the memory of
their horrible experiences and con-
duct. The expressions Of contempt
on the part oe these Democratic
papers and politicians have always
been hurled at the soldiers Of the
North. But beneath the surface Of
all the complaining one can easily de-
scern the traitorous sentiment which
pretended to desire to sacrifice itself
on the altar of treason, under the
leadership Of the notorious Vallan-
digham. The same evil spirit which
gloated over the death of a Union
Soldier, animates the breasts Of the
same men to-day, in whose breasts it
found lodgment during the war.
Every time the old, familiar bell on
the School Building in Jackson calls
the youth to their studies, it rings up
old and sad memories Of the past, and
tells sad story Of the Bloody Shirt.
When the war broke out there re-
sided in Jackson perhaps one of the
most learned and successful educators
that Jackson ever saw. He was
Superintendent of the Schools here,
and scores Of middle-aged people liv-
ing in Jackson to-day treasure his
memory, for he was in every respect
noble man. OF commanding figure,
great intellect, polished manners,
splendidly posted, he was man whose
presence was a joy to the households
of his countless friends His thoughts
were confined to peaceful pursuits,
and the teaching to the children of
the noblest sentiments known to man
kind. His heart was in his work, and
he was happy in the prospect of his
school. and in the glorious privileges
afforded by his country. The future
looked bright, and this great teacher
was happy in the society of his friends.
But the muttering thunder of Dem
ocratic treason broke on the silence
of the peaceful dream of our friend.
As the noise Of battle from the front
told him Of the horror of the work of
Democratic traitors, this Superintend
ent of the Public Schools enlisted in
the army He was man of good
health and strong arm, and felt
that his country needed the benefit of
these powers. When the old SD Ohio
marched to the field this brave man
went with the Regiment. In the cam
paigns and battles of the Regiment
there was no braver soldier than he.
His duty was discharged with a faith
fulness and fearlessness which stamped
the perfect soldier. One luckless
day, as Sherman was battling against
Democratic traitors in the South, this
brave man was in the foremost rank,
discharging his duty, and setting a
glorious example before his men. In
the heat of battle, while fighting for
the life of the Nation, this man was
shot dead. Still another Bloody Shirt
was laid upon the altar of Freedom.
Another triumph was scored for DEM
ocratic treason. Capt. J. r. Percy
was dead.
A long time has elapsed since that
brave life was sacrificed. Those who
were then little boys and girls, and
who attended the school taught by
the brave the teacher, are now-those
of them who are iving-middle-aged
men and women, some of them even
begin to look old Yet the same bell
calls their children to the same School
House, and the old bell seems some
times to convey in its tone, some pa
thetic story of the past-of the days
when, under J. r. Percy's manage
ment, the Jackson Schools were un-
surpassed.
Talk to these people who 50 wildly
remember the old teacher, about max
ing the Bloody shirt contemplate?
Talk to the old pupils about casting
ridicule at the grave of their old
teacher? Do the Democratic howlers
think that all Of sentiment, all of
reason, is dead? There are too many
sad and sacred associations connected
with the Bloody Shirts Of the past, to
make it possible to trample in the
dust the heroic achievements and sac
rifces of dead friends.