Blue-grass blade., 1890-11-15
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are not many Prohibition pa
pcrs, | think an effort is made to
lessen my influence by making it
appear that | am an exception to
the general rule Of Prohibition cd
itors, in that / say so much against
rcligionists who are against Proh-
bitiOn.
/ think my complaint is common
among Prohibition editors.
It's the pious man that gets us
down. Prohibition is not afraid of
saloon men, nor editors, nor Of one
kind of politicians. But there is
another kind of politician that !
must confess gets away with us.
The saloon man, the distillcrand
brewer, and the Republican and
Democratic papers who back them,
do not give us any trouble; and
the regular liquor papers that are
edited in that interest we hardly
regard as worthy of attention. All
of that gang we can clean out in
the conflict of brains against brains,
just like tie Germans did up the
French in the Franco Prussian
war. Then a politician like Sena-
tor 10. Blackburn does not cause
much uncasiness to the Prohibition
managers. All we have to dO for
that class is to give them rope and
they will hang themselves. Really
the Prohibition party of Kentucky
could just as well afford to give up
George Balm as DO. Blackburn.
There's one little tale they tell
about Senator Blackburn that
makes as many PrOhibitionists as
one of Bains best lectures.
The story represents Senator
Blackburn as being away out West
among the Indians. The Senator
has only a quart left of the daily
rations of Kentucky whisky with
which he is in the habit of starting
out on the business of each day.
The Indian finds out the Senator
has the whisky and offers him
his gun for it. But Senator
".Jo,' as they all familiarly call
him, will not even consider the
proposition. Then the Indian Of
ters the Senator his horse for the
whisky, but it's no 60 and then
the Indian offers his farm for the
whisky, and the senator tells him
that he has only the one quart and
that he is ten miles from his sup
plies, and that he would not un-
der those peculiar circumstances
give that quart of whisky for the
whole Indian Territory.
At this point it is supposed that
one solid gut1aw will rend the air
from the throat of every saloon
man, distiller, brewer, ward poll
tician and Democratic editor all
over the United States, and that
"JO's" return to the Senate is made
all hunky for another term.
This Indian joke has gotten into
this stereotyped matter that Lex
ington papers buy at % cents a
yard and print in papers at $500
year. 1t takes about two and
half inches to tell this story about
"Jo' and the Indian, and when
ever a Kentucky Democratic
papers foreman, in making up
the forms, for the paper, wants
something to fill out" that will
occupy about two inches and II half,
he looks around with no more dis.
elimination rs to the material of
his paper than Il mason would Use
in the selection of a brick from
pile of uniform quality, and ".Jo's"
Indian and whisky story is just as
liable to go in us sample brick of
Democratic wit as anything else of
about that length that may be ly-
ing around.
1t doe, not make any difference
If right next to 'Jo's' joke there
is an account of how his friend
Judge Marshal Buiord has fled IL
drunken maniac through the city
at midnight, and trembling with
borrow and bleeding from wounds
has been captured and sent to I'm
insane asylum; the same paper in
an adjoining column may tell of
how n well reared young man in Il
fit of drunkenness walks up behind
our good citizen Mr.. Wilson, aud
tor no reason on earth except he
was drunk. drives knife to its
hiIt into Mr.. Wilson's bosom, or
tells OF how drunken men at Fal-
mouth, in Kentucky, with Shot
guns scatter the brains of noble
officer over the liulcl of his own
door, or how II drunken gang run
Kentucky Judge oil the bench,
and shoot at him as he swims II
river, ar how a "mooll>hiner
shoots United States Marshall lio
gers in the back, through his