The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-11-30
homes into the dark shadows of doubt

homes INTO the DARK SuduOWS Ol QOuDU-
full primaries and rum soaked rallies.
Some day while congress is not too;
busy, and while feeling comfortable,
wish that law or joint resolution
guess joint resolution would be best
which would extend the term of Office of
everybody just twice as long, and thus
relieve the swelling of the great political
joint, and reduce those regular biennial
panics on Wall street, could go through.
In saying this think voice the sentl-
ment of many of our best people on
Staten Island. Of course, can handle
an ordinary Wall street panic myself
temporarily each fall if it does not come
too early; but suppose this regular polit-
ical panic should strike the country just
after had bought my coal
There are many other causes for
thanksgiving besides the silent tongue
of the political orator, but none that
makes me feel better. l heard a
man the other day in a political speech
tell the anecdote of the boy who tried
to sell his pups as Democratic pups
and failed. Afterward he tried to mar
ket them as Republican pups, charging
a rise on them because they had their
eyes open now. If any one who reads
this story here will swear that he never
read or heard this story before, and that
he has not been for the past 800 years
with Emin Bey, will send him by reg
istered, mail nice feather bed which is
almost as good as new.
And yet the speaker had been in con-
gress, where most of the good new
stories originate. A congressman who
has served one term and cannot tell his
constituents at least one good new story
or new at least-ought not to be re-
elected
l would as soon think Of going to
Duluth and building big ice machine
on the trapped bosom of that great
American Bay of Naples as to attempt
new story in the presence of member
of congress. Boccaccio, Arabian B.
Knights or Balzac, after day or two in
the cloak rooms and restaurants of the
Capitol, would go home and proceed to
plow corn till called home by the hand of
death.
Yes, we are ever glad, ever peaceful
and contented, ever thankful and hope
full, when the time comes to lay aside
the battered flambeau club, and with a
sigh of relief throw our old lie mailer
into the tool box for another two years.
Then let us march on, and, like the
bobtail car driver, never look back. LIE.
us rejoice that we are spared to tackle
the old thing again for yet another trip.
Let us look up and press onward like a
bright eyed jay examining the exterior
of The New York World building.
Let us lay aside every weight that doth
so easily beset US like Fulton market
salesman, and light out like man who
has been warned away from a hornets
nest by committee from the nest it.
self.
The past year has shown US as a peo-
pie that honesty is the best policy, and
for one | think of taking out one myself.
1t has also convinced us of the preva-
lence of evil and its great undesirability
in the neighborhood. 1t has shown us
that the wicked do of course, prosper
sometimes, but they will one day find
that shrouds have no pockets in them.
Also no vasehne or cold cream for burns,
scalds, etc., etc.
Let US rejoice that Ward McAllister
among sensible people is regarded as a
doubtful ward, and that snobbery is not
society in this country among the great
majority and never will be till money is
more plenty.
Let us be glad that the town of New
York has still some good hunting and
fishing within the city limits, and that
within sight of the Statue of Liberty one
may still successfully hunt the fee
: footed chamois of the Harlem.
l am personally gratified that we are
, to have a long, cold winter, which viii
! give boom to my new Almanac anG
; fur overcoat, the latter of which I die
not have chance to show off last sea
son except one evening at reception.