Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1886-10-07
177 TO 46.
Inc Tale OF Woe Poured Out by a Sad
aud Disappointed Jeffersonian - His
Club "Didn't Want Nothing" and 1,
Did Not Get Any thing.

III our great and glorious club men.
lions man for an office, it is sure
death In this hole" and he proceeded
to garnlsh the remark with profusion
OF forclble words not found even in
the supplement to Webster's Una
brldged. 1--WE had man for Sheriff
slr-the finest man, sir, that ever
stood In this hall, strand thew bru.
tally downed him for an unknown
chap, railroad hireling-yes, downed
MIN even while he stood ready with
solld coin to help out the whole ticket
And how did they do it? WHY, sir.
some buffers here who couldn't scrape
up but 40 votes at the primaries GOT
proxies from some blasted idiots and
come IN here and run the convention
yes, sir, run the convcntin, sir-when
we polled a solid III votes to their
insignificant AZ at the primaries. It's
tough, l tell you'll" and he followed up
his exclamation with string of pro.
family that came out in links like
bolognas from a sausage-stuffer.
"Bnt it's all right" he continued.
ave amt maxim no kick. We
don't want nuthin'. They can't give
us nuthin', sir-not a thing, l tell
you, sir We don't intend to allow
another name to go before this gang!"
Then, to himself, with an intensity of
disgust, he muttered, "Only as to IN,
and got it IN the neckr' aud he drew
his coat sleeve quickly across his
trothlng mouth, stopping for a mo-
ment the fragrance of an odor not of
Araby.
81 tell you" he went on, "we intend
ed to present several names, but not
another man shall this gang slaughter
for us. We were going to bring out
General Winters for Auditor and Re-
corder, but we got it so cold on Sher-
if that we knew old Cannady would
beat anybody we mentioned" Then,
grasping the TIMES man by the coat
lapel with his left hand, and throw
ing his right arm around his listeners
neck in the style that was remarkably
common during the whole of the con-
vention's sessions, he slowly and i'm
pressively said !: "We're anti Chinese
to the backbone! Cannady will find
out what that means!"
Releasing the TIMES man from his
Democratic embrace, he went on
awe were going to put Cap. Bledsoe
in nomination for Councilman, and
didn't think there was any doubt that
he would get there but we darsr't
bring him before this mob. He would
be beaten as our gallant Jack vas -
and in his wrath over the memory of
that defeat he embelished his disgust
With as choice lot of explosives as
ever fell from the lips of the fish
woman at the Billingsgate.
"Now, what shall we do?" asked
the detected Democrat. The TIMES
man said he was unable to answer the
conundrum, so the accommodating
Jeffersonian, steadying himself and
looking straight into the guileless eyes
of his patient listener, kindly went on
ave didn't get nuthin', nor we don't
want nuthin', ard we amt a-goin' to
put up a cent to help elect anybody,
except maybe Billy Yeates and Stamps
Anderson. And we'll make some OF
the buffers mighty sick who did us
dirt and rubbed it in"
Then, Strengthening himself up,
taking step backward, and glaring
solemnly at his silent hearer, he re-
peated, "Only ~ to As, and got
soup" And waving his long right
arm slowly, and pointing its indie,
digit like a finger of fate at a grouI
OF gentlemen composed of the nomi
nee for Recorder and his friends, he
added, "They'll hear from US on No
vember I'd" And with scalding tears
dimming his bloodshot eyes, the agec
and disgruntled Jeffersoniau amblec
away to the room in the northwest
corner of the theater and sought con
ISOLATION in four fingers of "ruin."
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