Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1892-10-07

short>Iived and inglorious prominence.
'denonnce them As traitors, ono and
all. They hev like Della betrayed
the D'mycratic Samson into tho hands
OF the rag tag and bobtail Philistines.
They hev hauled down tho tat.ered
ens'ne OF Grover and Steve, and hev
nailed to the mast. head that iiauntin'
''e' that painted hypocrasy, that poly
colored Rag, that stands for uo,hio'
but prolonged howl, the Populist's
po'ogy for banner. Will we foller
it to defeat? Will We bow down and
worship this image Of silver and brass
and copper, this compound Of clay and
iron, unlike anything in the heavens
above or on the earth beneath, that
the cfanks and disgrurtled hev set up?
Or rather will we assert our Dimv.
cratic manhood. and escape from this
J unholy combinashun? l know not
what course others may take, but a.
for me, give me = pure. unmixed
Dimocracy, or give me DEATH"
He took deep draft At the jug and
set down.
Tho Jul rig up. He throwed bis
chew Of terbacker onto the table.
stretched out both his hands, and sed:
II am no orator as George is, but
to hell with co-alishun and the new
fellers, any way. Them air my senti-
ments."
The thunders of applause that
greeted his emfatic utterance WIZ
enuff to show that we wuz with him.
When l wuz called on, l advanced
to the front. put on my specks, and
read the following poem that he'd
prepared, as fully expressed my views.
| hev called it
1.-THE OLD GUARDS LAMENT" g
Aye, tear the tattered ensine down,
The proud OLD flag Of yore,
To Grover and Steve wen bid good.by
For year or 20, or more. |
We he'd hoped to carry that old nag
To victory sartin, sure;
We he'd pledged our faith and made eur vows
To Dimocrscy simon-pure.
We he'd jned our hands meath her clusterin stars
And swore that, cum veal or we. |
We would foller that banner through thick and
thin |
Becoz we loved Il 80. |
She hoated. . symbol, strong and grand.
OF Dimocrscy's anshent kreed-
State rights, free trade. and other thing .
list what our people need.
Under her torn folds thunder riven
By battles storm and shock,
The Old Guard clustered, q faithful band,
As On tne eternal focK;
VI.
Determined to vote for G-oye and Steve,
whatsumever might oppose,
And asin proteckshun and Old Ben.
Our proud and naughty foes.
When the word wuz passed along the line
To haul that ensine down,
And put up the rag OF Weaver and Field.
Their blind ambishun TO crown
With Dinocracy's shame, In our mountain land,
The home OF the brave and the free.
All. hearts Of gold, how this sad word
Jared the FELIX'S of you and me.
We scatter the lilies over the graves Of our hopes
We shed unsvailin' tears:
We bemosn the sad ruin they hev wrought
Through the lone sweep of years.
Aye. tear her down-the banner true;
We stand with uncovered head
While the cowardhand strikes the cruel blow
That leaves Idaho democracy dead.
As l concluded my voice shook
with emoshun, and tho hull room wuz
in tears. Old Dad grabbed my hand
and rune it in silence. All the rest
wuz a sobbin'. It wus techin' sight
to see the grief of the Old Guard at
the betrayal of their great leaders.
Whit to do we know not. My
course is as vet undecided on. lhope
to see sum light break upon my path.
ZEKE CooNsKIN, Esquire.
Gle MsooHY RANCH.
NEAR Boise CITY, Oct 4, 1892.
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