Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1891-02-19

not make up his mind to stand square
ly on the Democratic platform, much
admired though he be, he will be re
quired to take his seat on the steps.
Let the PlOW-Tail Know Its Place.
On the first page of this weeks issue
of the REGISTER will be found an arti-
ing, as far as language in its present
circumscribed state will permit, the
! feelings OF the Plutocracy toward the
! Farmers Allan e in general, and the
| Kansas Alliance in particular. In
| that article, the Kansas farmer and
others of his ilk find themselves sized
| up in English as pure and sentences
as caustic as any that ever flowed from
the envenomed pen of Jonathan Swift.
The elegance of the style, could his
tangled wits understand it, would be
in no small degree an aondyne for the
smart of it's sarcasm. The finished
composition of the writer, as contrast
ed with the rude idiom of the Kansas
dex to the differences of the manner of
| living and modes of thinking of the
classes of which the two men are types,
if it longer be permissible to apply
that term to the yokel of the pillow tail.
The one, on arising not earlier than
eight o'clock in the morning, luXuri-
ates in bath of scented waters, of
temperature to accord with the deli
cacy of his refined physical organiza-
ton, arrays himself in linen without
spot or blemish, dons garments in
whose color or texture nothing can be
| found to shock the fastidious taste of
either himself or those with whom he
associates, comforts his stomach with
a cock tail, prepared by the most skill
full of artists, in which not one ingred-
lent is lacking or out of its due proper
ton, sits down to a sumptuous break
fast, to furnish which the resources of
earth, sea and sky have been drawn
upon, af er which he sOlaces himself
with cigar of so heavenly a flavor as
to be quite beyond the comprehension
of any one outside of the charmed cir
to his office, STATS himself in his edi-
torial chair and proceeds to write up
"Col. Tom Brewers Banquet" with
the same gorgeous rhetoric that he
afterwards excoriates ''The Sockless
| Socrates of Medicine Lodge" for his
bedlamite theories of finance and for
daring to obtrude himself into the So
ciety of those who were born to rule
over him and whose business it is to
do his thinking for him.
| On the other hand the Kansas yokel
arises at the dawning, pulls on his
| overalls, if he is not so fortunate as
to have a pair of jeans pants and a
check shirt, feeds his stock, performs
| his ablu tons in tin basin upon a
stool improvised from defunct wind
sor chair, seats himself at pine table
| to a meal of corn bread and bacon, if
anything be left over from last WIN
ter's fuel supply and the interest of the
mortgage on his farm has not wholly
swallowed up his hogs. and then goes
to the 'plow- tail" AS his share turns
up the rich, black earth and as his la
| Dor is not of a character to wholly alb
sorb his attention, molecular motion
sets up in the convolutions of his brain
that. in another, living under more
! favored circumstances, would be re-
garded as thought; but in him results
only in crazy dreams. Heknows that
he works hard and lives close, he has
heard it said somewhere, perhaps
from the lips of some stray labor agi-
| tator, a class of lhnatics that clearly
ought to be suppressed by law, that
the price of hard days work ought
to be fair days living, with a chance
to pinch in something for the rainy
day. This he also knows that he does
not get. He knows that if the season
is kindly propitious his labor will be
rewarded with more corn and wheat,
etc than he can use, more than he can
| burn, even though winter be ever so
cold. Blundering on in his mind, as
his feet blunder over the clods his
pillow turns up, he gets an idea that
this surplus of his goes out into the
world through its great arteries of COM
merce to support those not directly con-
nected with the land, and, in the in
! trinity of his intellect, he reasons that
this ought to bring him return sutfi-
Gent to support him in. comfort and
pay off that mortgage, which it does
not do. In his helpless way he may
perhaps ask himself, ''why is this so?"
When he was boy, he attended the
public schools, "those hot-beds of Sc
dition," and learned to read, and now
of night, when not too tired and on