Blue-grass blade., 1890-09-20

coal oil, and put my private mark
upon them.
OF course great corporations like
the Chcss-Carlcy Company never
purposely do anything wrong,
The people connected with them
are always good and pious, else
they would not get so rich
but il always seemed strange, I'M
der the circumstances, that there
was any necessity for paying Doc.
tor O'Mahony at all. But then
the Doctor is an Irishman and q
Catholic, and as he possibly could
not make living any other way
il would look like race discrimina-
tion, and religious persecution, not
to give him an office. And you
know ] am in fix to sympathisc
with any man who is prosecuted
for his religious convictions.
While the transcripts compli-
ment is very high one to Judge
Johnston and Colonel Gilman,
there is a little fact, that | am sor-
ry to say throws some little suspi-
cion on its sincerity. 1t is simply
a fact that it is a mere question OF
Doodle whether the Transcr4 4ft
boosts the Judge and the Colonel,
or the reverse.
Not long ago, when the Editor
of the Transcript got wind of the
fact that the Bluc-Grass Blade was
about to be rcsurrectcd by stock
company, he wrote me a postal to
call and see him. His scheme was
to get the Bluc-Grass Blade men to
,ut their money into the Tram
script, and while he was to get sick
for month or two, or go off to
the Springs, /, the most blatant
Prohibitionist in the State, was to
assume the tripod of the Tran
script and inauguratc the new re-
gime, by ripping the saloon men up
the back, like seven year locusts,
and skinning the. whole Court
House ring until their own
mammics would not know them.
For a while he had the wool
over my eyes, and stating the case
as | understood it to two of my
friends, Col. Bob Thornton and
DIR. Coleman, they advised me to
go into the arrangement, supposing
that the transcripts Editor had
earnestly repented; but as soon as
he suggested the Doodle feature of
his penitencc, | saw the same old
racket, and reported adversely to
my hackers.
The Transcript Editor has read
Shakespeare, and he remembers
that Iago said to Roderigo, "Put
money in thy purse"
l suppose that no man can be
any more earnest than l in prais-
ing Judge Johnston for this ap-
pointment Of Colonel Gilman. |
hope soon to see the day when no
man but a saloon keeper, or a
drunkard, or somebody who is the
-aroMed friend IT whisky, car -.
any Office in this city or county,
and / hope that Jndge Johnston
will appoint that kind every time.
In these inebriate asylums they
cure old drunkards by putting
whisky in their bread, and meat,
and butter, and vegetables, and
molasses, and pie, and coffee, and
tea, and milk, and water, and pour
ing some in their beds at night.
That's the only kiLd of treat
mcnt that will do Lexington any
good.
/ want drunken judges and jury
men, whisky swigging jailers, and
policemen, clerks and firemen, and
city weighers, and coal oil inspec.
tors, with noses on them like pre-
MUM beets; and l want the few
Aldermen and Councilmen, who
are not soloon-keepers or drunk
ards, fired out, and their places
filled with men who talk English
with brogue, and say "them IL
cense" for license
Judge Johnston, you are my
man. Luck to you, old fellow
Stick saloon man into every place
you can. You and your kind are
doing the Prohibition cause more
good for the sweet by-and by than
a regiment of George Bains and
forty Blue-Grass Blades. We all
see your wise policy through your
ingenious disguise, and The Blade
Joins with the Transcript in glory
tying you.