The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1891-09-11
FARMER TOM TALKS POLL
TICS.
This Here State Has Got to BE
Saved,
IL Us Farmers Has Got TO DO the
Saving Ourselves.

Saying Ourselves.
Nashville American: There was
quite q gathering of Alliance Big
Wigs at the Maxwell House last
night. Chairman Tom Mcdonnell
was down from Chattanooga, and his
room was the scene of the close con-
CONTAMINATION supposed to bear with
crushing weight upon grave matters
If state.
A lean streak seen ascending the
stairs eight steps at o time was lden-
titled as Lecturer Tucker, while the
beardless phiz OF TOiler Taylor WAS
not wanting 10 grace the occasion.
A cart-lOad of tangled beard,
through which the winds of Septem-
ber whistled q mOurnful dirge, was
borne in upon the night train from
some distant hay field, and the states
man from Desha trudged wearily be-
hind them.
Gov. Buchanan walked the cOrri
doris with restless step, while the pa
triOJs, pregnant with wisdom and Ell
ciente with weighty counsel, were
gathering to the pArle. Just what
was the nature OF the secret work eX-
emplified at this meeting is shrouded
in q mystery as dense as Mcdowell
whiskers or Taylor's ignorance, but
speculation ran, leaped and cRvorted
around the corridors of the hotel ana
men talked with bated breath, as the
poet says, while they discussed the
portentous conference and hazarded
guesses as to its import.
The prevailing opinion was that 1t
had reference to q calling OF the
State Executive Committee together
for some purpose or other, and that
Chairman Tom was hearing the pros
and cons from this select council, and
especially from that wise man OF
grease, the Hon. Coal OIL Johnny.
Others said that 1t had reference to a
message which the Governor was
preparing on the sub-treAsury bill.
To q reporter who made diplomatic
approaches to Farmer Tom, that willy
hayseed was misty, hazy, non-com-
munIcatiVe and polite. His mind
seemed absorbed in the affairs OF his
mountain farm, and he told the re-
porter some corkers about his ounce
vines and pumpkin trees and things
that made the pencil pusher's eyes
bulge out foot.
When asked about the matter in
hand Farmer Tom said there was u
hat brush in his calf lot that yielded
q bushel of hayseed and that he had
twenty men at work digging cabbage
when he left home. He expected an
unusually large yield of sweet cider
as soon as he could have his gourds
pressed, but said that his Irish pOta-
toes had been considerably damaged
by rust. When the reporter pressed
him on the political situation he said
that his poultry was doing good work.
He seemed to have given a great deal
OF study to this subject and said that
the failure of O great many people in
the poultry business was due to the
fact that they didn't understand 1t.
He thinks that the hen is u far su-
periOr fowl to the rooster, when 1t
comes to eggs. BOOSTERS, he says, put
on a great deal of style, but he has
never caught one of them in the act
of laying an egg yet. His advice TO
all poultry men is to have nothing to
do with BOOSTERS.
When urged as to whether his visit
had any political Significance he re-
piled that it had none whatever; he
had simply come up to buy good
butter-milk COW OF the Merino breed,
And all that he ever told the re-
porter about the TumOred meeting of
the Executive Committee was that he
couldn't tell him anything about 1t.
Another member Of the committee
who doesn't know as much about
agriculture as Farmer Tom, after
ward told the reporter that a meeting
of the committee was being dis
cussed and that IL asked by q MAORI
ty Of the committee 1t would be called
together. It should not be omitted,
however, that before leaving the gen.
ial hayseed the reporter accepted an
invitation to visit him at an early
day and eat June apples.