The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1888-05-10
THE JACKSON sTANDARD: JACKSON, OHIO, THURSDAY MAY
FROM THE HAW BUSHES.
LOGAN. ONO,

seven lean cattle in Pharaoh's dream,
have gobbled the "Wets"-hide, carcass
and bones. 1 have hung the haw bushes
with Grape, put on sack-cloth and ashes,
and taken up the lament of Solomon
"Vanity of vanities, all is vanity" The
saloon gentry having a forced exodus
thrust upon them, there is some interest
manifested as to their rendezvous. A
friend wants to know eff there is
chance for them in the haw bushes"
Though the request seems modest, am
constrained to say they would not be well
come. Like Robinson Crusoe, 81 am
monarch of all survey" My right a sa-
loon-keeper must not dispute. Besides,
their entrance here would be as calami-
tous as Satan's invasion of the Garden of
Paradise. My joys would be as worm
wood. Old Shep Tinker and his robber
band used to haunt these haw-bush wilds,
stealing horses for pastime; here, too,
once echoed the war-whoop and cleaned
the tomahawk of Cornstalk's savage
braves. But these foes of civilized man
have gone with the rattlesnake and the
wolf. Yet before saloon-keeper shall
curse my sacred retreat, I'll invite them
all back.
There is one den somewhere up here
called the Hornets Nest" and its capac-
ity for turning out deviltry seems to be
unlimited. We don't want any more of
the insects. What fitness there is in
names-"Horne cts Nest" "Hole in the
WALL" Seven Snakes" "Hell Gate Brew
cry"
The semblance between a saloon and a
hog-pen has been noted by many. In
New York there is one called the Swine
House." The Prodigal Son used to herd
| swine, but he keeps saloon now. The
saloon-keeper has actually the thick,
phlegmatic grunt of the hog. But to re-
cur to the main thought-no exiled sa-
| loonist shall ever enter my sylvan abode.
Here in the somber solitude of the haw
bush thickets, give myself over to rev.
erie and philosophy. My happiness is
| complete. regale myself with the glo-
ries of primeval man. I am carried back
l-far-far-into the gloom of the past,
when chaos held high carnival and Old
| Night was on his throne-"when the
morning stars sang together and all the
sons of God shouted for joy"
L am as "happy as a coon in a cornfeld.'
Nature and 1 are boon companions.
However, / might utilize the saloonist if
he would follow some legitimate busi-
ness. 1 have thought slightly of found
ing some cities when spring opens, if I
can get an option on some haw bush
swamps and secure a few secondhand
'booms." Otherwise the saloonists bet
ter cast in their lot with their brethren
the anarchists. The Ohio Legislature
has been devious and uncertain thing.
My last article was hardly in type when
the Own bill became law Neither its
friends nor its enemies expected it. Lest
I should appear cynical, give credit to
whom credit is due. The beer oligarchs,
Halstead and his little valet Senator
Mack, by force of circumstances were
wholly unable to WELD the Legislature
Their Balaam blessed every time they in
tended curse. They built several altars
and tapped number of beer kegs all in
vain.
1t was thought the Owen bill was out
] of the way-killed and given burial as
mysterious as that of Moses, but the
Democrats with "ghoulish glee" dug it
up and forced the Republicans to pass it.
"The best laid plans of men and mice
| Gang aft aglee."
All rejoice that Ohio has been absolved
from heathenism-but strange to say
neither party as whole is willing to take
the credit for this righteous legislation.
Several things may be said. There were
honest Democrats and honest Repubi-
cans who favored the law. Political
shrewdness played a conspicuous part
and the menace of Prohibition party
with arms extended to receive the thou
sands of both old parties who are hating
between conscience and the rule of tn
liquor bosses produced fortuitous con-
currence Of circumstances that resulted
in the law. In the cities the beer element
will be told by the fearful Republican
orator. "The wicked Democrats made us
do it" but upon the Western Reserve
and out in the haw bushes the innocent
| rustic will be gravely informed that
"Betsy and Me" slew the animal Ohio
Democracy having made a record this
winter, and having banished Old Stump.
last summer, will strut like a Pharisee.
1t will broaden its phylacteries and en-
large the borders of its garments, but
gentle Prohib, keep your eye skinned; the
old sepulchre is full of ghosts and bones
still! Meanwhile fate is against the in
fernalism of rum. 1t goes to its death
| 1iIyo tho dnI fn ho c1o r
cannot help thinking that Providence and
the Prohibition party have something to
do with it. Here is what terrifes the
rum minions. They can fight a visible
foe, they can kill and burn and threaten,
but their gross and beastly materialism
blinds them to conscience and a God.
The silent and invisible forces both of
nature and of God are the most powerful.
The very stars in their courses fight
against the saloon. May God speed the
day.
The Coalton Times comes to my table
enlarged and improved and under the
management of my young friends Speel-
man & Harper. 1t is clean, bright and
newsy. While it does not spread its
wings for the loftier flights of the Stand
ard and Herald, being non-partisan, yet
it is worthy place in journalism. No
man has a higher appreciation of the
press than have. It is true the press
days the preachers now and then, but if
they can't strike back, let them keep out
of the way. I say with Lincoln, "Go it
husband, go it bear" There are thou
sand things l would like to say about
journalism, if had space and time. Suf-
flee it to say this: the young men are
coming to the front in American journal
ism-men with conscience as well as
brains. Ed. Wheeler is the young and
brilliant editor of The Voice, paper that