The Durham daily globe., 1890-10-31

truth. And then he knows how TO talk
He thinks-and then he gives his think
lets expression. He is convincing, he is
forcible and he is eloquent when he wants
to be, and he is funny when he tries.
This is combination that will win any
discussion, but it will win more success
fully in discussing prohibition No sane
man can stand up and argue in favor of
the manufacture of rum. The still is the
brooding place from which hell is peo-
pied. The mothers tears; the desola-
ton; the genius wrecked and dwarfed
and blighted; the broken hearts; the
ruined homes; the sisters misery and
the fathers woe; all these things are the
legitimate children of the damned and
frightful monster rum, and oratory,
brains, eloquence and honesty and sim
cerity can paint a picture with them
which furnishes convincing proof that
something should be done. And with
these brushes and these colors, COLONEL
SOUTHGATE presented an object lesson,
though with words, that carried with it
a direct appeal for serious consideration.
But THE GLOBE does not believe that
prohibition prohibits. State prohibition
is words wasted on the statute books
National prohibition will alone sweep
the evil from the land and to nominate
such men as TEMPLEToN for congress
and have him harrangue the people will
do no good. If states can vote for con-
States vote for it and carry it, and then
the law will be written and we will see
prohibition. And until this is done, all
this skirmishing is time and wind wasted.
WORD RIGHT HERE.
4 paper called the Express, Central
Express, we believe, published at San
ford, copies from THE GLOBE an edito-
rial opinion and heads it "a Yankee
Takes the Right View of it,"
A Yankee, indeed Thirty years ago,
before this writer was born, just before
the waves of rebellion or civil strife or
whatever you care to term it, spread its
mailed hand of desolation over this fair
land, there was what was called Cyan
kee" He was also called the "Linkhorn
renegade" and all the vile and wicked
epithets in the languages of men were
indiscriminately hurled from North to
South and from South to North. Con-
tention grew; strife was engendered,
hot-headed, yet determined men talked
on and on-and finally the war came.
The venom and the blindness Of two par
tizan sides caused it, with the help of
scheming demagogues and constitutional
lawyers.
After the conflict, after the surrender
when wisdom at last cried over all
the troubled waters "Peace be stilln' a.
did the Great Jew who redeemed the
world, the thing to have done would have
been to end the war This was what the
sensible people hoped to do; this was what
those who had lost all property and all
health were willing to do; fathers, whose
sturdy sons went marching gaily away
| to the field Of battle to return no more,
accepted the inevitable, and in sorrow
and with bleeding hearts wanted the war
to end.
But no. Demagogues howled on. Po-
litical spoilsmen in the South sneered at
the Yankee and Yankeedom, while in the
North the political boodlers and heelers
of the victorious party waved and flaunted
the bloody shirt in the faces of those who
wanted to forgive and forget.
Sectional fires were kept blazing with
hatred and malice, kindled and fed al
never taxpayers, and the consequence is
that this South, with it's thousand posi-
| bilities, has been held down.
And such scribblers as the editor of the
Central Journal howl to this day about
yankees" The man who writes such
maudlin rot, writes his own letter of in
| PRODUCTION to an insane asylum. 1t is
| idiocy inviting burlesque. What does
the editor of the Central Journal know
about Yankees-when he calls a man who
was not born when the war came one OF
them. We do not propose to have such
things said. If we were Yankee, as
| Yankees were in those dark days, even
then, the Journal aud its yawp should be
silent But we are not. We have come
to North Carolina to live, to aid in the
upbuilding of the best section of country
| in the universe; we are not talking poll
tics, and we want the grinning, chatter
ing chimpanzees to keep off. The wal
and its Yankees; the confederacy, now
collapsed; the ruins which SHERMAN left
in his fearful march to the sea the fields
of blood and carnage-all these came be-
fore the editor of this paper could speak
his own name. And so we shall insist
that no green horn of the Central Journal
stripecan mix US orthis paper up with what
happened before either one of them had
an existence We make the proud boast
of calling the World our home, and the
Earth is our postoffice address. We have
right to live in North Carolina, and we
question the right of any man who thinks