The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1889-08-28
BROKE BEN RuTLsR up.



II was up at state fair at Man
chester, N. H." said ex-Gov. War
| moth, of Louisiana. the other day.
"way back in 1873. It was the usual
sort of New England fair-an agri-
cultural horse trot, with brass band
and political speeches. Ben Butler
was up for the speech. The audience
was on the grand stand, one side Of
the race track, and Ben Butler and the
rest of US big guns in the judges stand
ON the other side.
"Fellow citizens of my native
state, began the bold Ben, i shall
| address you to-day ON the subject Of
federal, state and municipal taxa
tion.'
Butler sailed along and had got
well warmed up when o corn-fed far
mer drove along the track with twenty
yoke of oxen and cart piled up with
corn, pumpkins and other farm pro-
ducts and a couple of buxom country
girls on top. He was proud Of that
turnout and took his time getting by
the grand stand. OF course, Butler
had to stop till it got out of the way.
Then he began again and warmed up
once more. BY that time another far
mer had got jealous of the impression
the first one had made, and he came
jee-hawing down the track with thirty
yoke of cattle and still bigger cart
loaded away up with big squashes
and pumpkins and four slashing red
checked girls on his load. each one
holding red ear of corn in her hand.
Well. that outfit made q big sensation
on the grand stand and attracted more
attention than Jim Robinson driving
a twenty-horse circus chariot would.
OF course Butler had to stop again He
was getting mad
"Can't this thing be stoppedr he
asked. Il don't want to be headed of
by every Jake in New Hampshire
who wants to make holy show Of
himself
$50 someone was sent off up the
track to stop further Interruptions,
and Butler got along as far as filthy
and was getting red in the face, when
what should come along the track but
another caravan. This one had near.
ly forty yoke Of oxen, every one q
footer, as sleek as bulls and rs fat as
butter. The cart was full Of apple
butter, school marms, and the grand
stand knew them all, and went wild
with delight. To say that Butler was
mad would be useless He got his
eyes almost wide open.
"sIf another one of those Internal
cattle shows comes along, said he,
I'll leave the platform. l will be
id if l am going to be broken in
upon every ten minutes
taI'biQ fittna a yfaac ua :, nor oaNk
the track, who headed off all the rest
of tho procession, and Butler went
along swimmingly for a quarter Of an
hour longer, when big brass band
struck up back of the grand stand. II
was visiting band from someWhere
up state. 1t thought II was sOme
pumpkins, and 1t just put in aud blew
for dear life. Lord, what noise II
madel Bat Butler WASH going 10 be
'phased' by a big brass band. oven Il
s s'Es lasRs q ~ ahs e SO s as..
cians, just then Che fro bells oyer In
Manchester set up an internal 0lnng-
wanging and every engine In the city
had paraded out into the fairgrounds.
Down the track they tore at full speed,
one after another, fires up, smoke
rolling out of the stacks, bells clang-
ing, and horses laying their bellies
almost on the ground, while every
boy In Manchester chased along be-
hind, yelling like demons, and the
grand stand tumbling over each other
to see where the fire was.
''fhat was the end of 1t. Butler
tore up his notes and danced all over
the platform, blue with rage and
swearing like trooper, while I climb
ed down behind tho stand where
could laugh. ~ Washington Post.