Blue-grass blade., 1890-11-15

window at night. while 70
months thou-anIs Of kcntuckian
inquire auyiouSly every day If h
is living, and reporters go to Sc
and tell about him, aud tell hoy
his aged mother travelled through
rain and storm on horseback owe
mountains, aud staid by him an'
watched and worked day ant
night, until with labor and cxhau,
ton and soIicitudc. her mother
heart broke, and she died, an'
tm y buried her while tears wcllcc
up from the heart aud strcamc,
from the eyes of nearly ever,
faithful old mother in Kentucky
The hilarity from "Jo's" lniial
and whisky tale is supposed by
every Democratic editor in tn,
State to minglc most harmoniousl,
with those tears. and the whisky
bloatcd Democratic ward politician
whose breath stinks with whisk,
and tobacco, and the nasty tales
that he tells is supposed to split his
sides over "Jo's" inctfablc humor.
The country Democratic phySi-
elan, who talks at cross roads, and
who from being with families
where affection naturally followed
in the wake of his ministratiOns,
and who has thus cotton to the
hearts ofthe people, not second to
the family minister, though the
horse laugh of the town hummer is
not required of him, is at least ex-
pccted to smile when he tells of
how funny man "Jo" is.
Then when "Jo" catches little
United States Senator by the ear
and jerks him around. there is
not paper in Kentucky, Demo-
cratic or Republican that
would dare to inquire if
the rcdoubtablc "Jo' would prob
ably have done this had the
offending party been John Morris
sey, the New York slugger Con-
gresham, instead of q little
defenceless Senator, who may
reasonably have feared to resist
q man from a State whose dis
tinction was whisky and pistols,
and where the crime of using
the latter was extenuated by the
crime of using the former, on
the principle, "simiiia similib"s
tuT ,ntur.'
Then when $40" undertakes to
bulldoze a fellow out West where
they know something about pis
tolls as well as they do in Ken
tucky, and the f,llow, to "Jo's'
surprise, is ready for fight and
wants to meet "our Jo" out on
the duelllng field, and every
Democrat in the State that has
been whooping $40" up is look
ing for Il duel, the CORY details ot'
which the newspaper reporters
are already outlining in their
minds, there comes the mortlty-
ing inte!li yencc that follows all
the dueling fiascos Of these de-
generate days, that "tirienls
have intertered," and the omende
honorable has been served up a Ia
mode, and the fat is in the fire,
the dog is dead, the jig is up, the
fun is all spoiled, and the ''qui
vive' of expectancy lapses into
disappointed lassitude.
Think of the familiarity that
among high-toned people breeds
contempt, when every hummer
and saloon keeper and rural roos-
ter Of "a Democratic editor habit
ually speaks of United States
Senator, who is going down the
hill of life, as ''.Io.'
Think OF the contemporaries
and personal friends of Webster,
and Calhoun, and John Randolf,
and Alexander Hamilton calling
them "Dan,' and "Jack,' and
"Smart Aleck."
As | said in the beginning,
Senator Blackburn's case is not
one that gives the Prohibition
lists any trouble.
If you give man Il little ar
senic, it will kill him, but if you
give him IA teaspoontul he may
vomit it up and it may not hurt
him.
Senator Blackburn's gross
views of the whisky question
and of the Kentucky code, is Il
whole tablespoonful of political
arsenic. and it goes down and
comes up again with but little
more nausea than II man would
feel who had swallowed that
much musty corn meal.
But the fellow that knncks Us
Prohibitionists out is that sweet
scented geranium yclept "Slver
Tongue by sort of lllawatha
nomenclature. IL, gets away
with me, and | don't know how
to como back at him. q, dear
no, he wonlJ Mt drink whisky