Los Angeles herald., 1890-09-12
A Disgusted Delegate.

Supervisor c. n. Baker, of Santa
Paula, was delegate to the late Repub
lican convention at Sacramento, and had
the sagacity to know that Morrow was
the man to nominate for Governor, if it
were the desire to putup winning ticket.
1t befel otherwise, however, and in the
following witty and terse letter to his
better-half, he portrays his feelings and
experience. Realizing that the slate
programme would be faithfully carried
out all through the list according to
contract, and not desiring to play the
role of an automaton, he transferred his
proxy to another, and hied himself to
Auburn, from which mountain retreat
he indited this humorous and doubtless
truthful epistle:
'It is very warm here and very dusty,
and the more see the more / hope to
feel thankful, for living in Ventura
county. There is not another place in
the state equal to it.
You will, of course, have seen by the
papers that we have been severely sat
upon. l feel very much like canned
dog, the humiliation is worse than the
hurt. UP in Morgan's window are two
pictures, one of a lot of darkies with a
fighting dog, going to the dog fight, the
wheelbarrow, and the owner, who went
to the fight, confident in a speedy vic
tory, returning with one ear gone and in
general state of delapldation. You go
and look at the picture, look at the own
er OF the whipped dog with his counte-
nance suggestive of entire defeat, and
YOU will see the condition of your absent
spouse at the present time.
| I will uat nupr If Political HafpatC do
not last long, but l will never 60 to an
other convention, unless am willing to
I trade my candidate, as | would marbles
or iack-knife. | have no fault to find
with Markham, the winning candidate,
but my vanity is hurt. Thought the
Ventura delegation would come home
with flying colors, that Morrow would be
nominated and Ventura county would
loom up like an electric light in Santa
Barbara fog.
Bring up the hearse to the depot
Spread the report that | am coming
home with the smallpox and contagion
is fatal. Fix me up box in the barn,
where | can for the next thirty days
retire, and safe from the contact with
friends and acquaintance fix up a pat
ent kicker that will kick more sense
into me than | ever had, for / am salts
fled that if ever l do have any sense it
will not be from an over-abundance of
brains, or it may be possible that my
brains have been shaken down ard the
patent kicker will serve to work them
back in place.
The first day of the convention and the
day before, the Ventura delegation were
objects of interest. Old Pete Bennett,
Noyes and myself were sought for,
counselled with, and we began to think
it was fortunate that We came, as they
certainly could not have anything with
out us. We were for Morrow, and would
not listen to any compromise, and
marched up to the Capitol as if we were
the main delegation attending the con-
vention.
l had been selected as the chairman of
the delegation and the only regret l had,
was that you could not see me as l rose
before the six or seven hundred dele
gates and in my most impressive man.
ner called out, "Morrow 5 votes, Mark
ham 2 votes" did it we'll, and old
Pete Benefits cOuntenance fairly
beamed. Todd had smile that only ton
of Lima beans to the acre could
produce. Gerberding and Noyes looked
around the convention with the proud
consciousness of having the boss chair
man, while Hardison, who was Mark
ham man, felt or looked, (or we imag-
ined he did) as if he would like to crawl
under a crude petroleum tank.
AS soon as the tally was over, and be-
fore the vote was announced, some
traitorous hound, who had been fixed
beforehand, arose and wished to change
one vote of their delegation to Mark
ham. 1t was the signal, and in less
than three minutes so many votes had