Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1891-10-01

I working mani TCock-crowing and cheers
These are my political principles, subject tc
modification by the ever-changing circum.
stances of the moment; but never, never
will ! falter in my allegiance to our great
and glorious party and its leaders, of whom
! am permitted TO be the proud standard
| bearer"
There was less applause at the close than
at the beginning Of the Grafton, but the I'd
dience was physically exhausted. 1t was
| pronounced to be magnificent and states
| man-like exposition of the party's pro
| gramme.
When the orator took his seat one OF the
| audience made his way to the front of the
| stage as if to speak. Several of the COM
mittee used every effort short of force to
| prevent him, whereupon there We're loud
!, cries of LET him speak!'' Hear him. -
| etc, raised all over the place. a word from
| Blarnaby secured the man 4 hearing, at
which there was loud applause and re-
| newed excitement. Stepping to the front
! he began:
Friends and fellow-citizens. Name,
namenl Ny name is John Blacksmith. and
I'm an old hand in Mir. Blarnabys old
| foundry. CAT this everybody cheered de-
| lightedly, Blarnaby leading off, Mr.. Blair
naby is too modest man to tell you all he
| has done for US. l tell you all-he has
| done for US (he repeated, with 4 curious
| emphasis. at which the platform folks
| looked puzzled. He has given US gifts and
lowered our wages; he cuts shine as n
| swell. and
| Before he could get another word out
half dozen of the badgers had hauled him
behind the wings and everybody was stand
ing up shouting and shaking their fists.
Another man with stentorian lungs started
an Grafton from the front seat in the bal
bony. He was heard to say:
Hes despot, monopolist a schemer;
thara'S mo I,
bling game: they're all paid, or expect to be
paid, out of the plumber! Gail this q public
meeting? ! say we workingmen are being
fooled out of our money and our rights, and
| say it's u damnation shame!''
By this time he too was colared from be-
hind. and in the scrimmage he and one of
his captors were hurled over the balcony
upon the heads of the excited crowd below.
As if by magic there popped up a lot of BAN
nerS all over the place, some with notices
and some all red. You could here and there
make out the words: Down with Capital
istic Tyranny!' ''Give the Laboring Man
his Rights!' "To He'll with Nlonarchs.
Monopolists and Millionaires!"
A smart battle sprang up around each of
these banners. 1t was seen to be ruse of
the enemy. Socialism and almost every
other ism had got foothold in the camp.
The platform people We're in 4 terrible
state Half of the front row had slipped
out quietly, Blarnaby and Blobbe among
the first to 60. FOtheringham was stormng
away in a fearful rage at {. slim figure who
trembled in expectation of violent assault.
This was not John Blacksmith. 1t was
Fotheringham's dear friend Hiram l.
Decker.
By-and-bye the enemy's flags were reduc-
ed in number, but strong phalanX of them
gathered In prominent spot and deted
dispersion. Then their war-Song began to
rise in iubilant tones, and as it was joined
in by the scattered forces in every quarter
its brisk music filed the place. They flung
leaflets around, one of which reached the
box where Lady Ossulstone and friends
surveyed the scene with no little alarm.
Hogg got hold of the paper, and calling them
TO the back OF the box he read it with
gusto. but could scarcely get through it for
laughing.
Here's diamond cut diamond. Trick
sters foiled by tricksters. You have heard
the professional politician expound his
principlesr now isteu to the professional
laboc-champion preach his gospel
DOWN WITH THE IDLE CAPITALIST
Up WITH HIS TonING SLAVES!
What's the good of liberty
II II doesn't make you free
To strike the golden letters of boss'
For OF wealth he's but the slave,
And our duty is 10 save
It's poor victims-so that We gain by their loss.
Tramp, tramp tramp the boys are marching,
The golden land of Caanan is their goal,
Where they'll grab the milk and honey
And the mountain heaps OF money
Whiuh old Dives from their father Lazarus
stole.
What are brains and colds and lands
Compared with horny hands:
What's a flower matched against its native
sodf
An architects a fool
To the wfelder of tool
And the bricklayer and carrier OF the hod
Strike, strike, strike, the boys are strikingl'
Our demands no longer capital shall shirk,
II the masters don't disgorge
Well help 'em to, by Georgei
And there shant be any men to do the work.
Lady Ossulstone and her friends went
home just before the gas was suddenly put
out, which turned the fighters into tanned
seekers after the liberty to cultivate fra
teruity, equality, and beer.
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