Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1892-09-06
POLITICAL CHAT.
WHO PAID THE TAX?

went to see the county clerk about it
and was very indignant over the mean
trick served him by the collector. 81
thought" said he, that after the Nc
Kinley bill was passed the foreigners
were to pay our taxes? Our Republican
speakers said so and my Republican
paper told me the same thing" The
clerk explained that the tax alleged to
be paid by the foreigners, was one levied
by the national government, but that
the state, county, school and road taxes
had still to be paid by ourselves. The
farmer unused for couple of minutes
and then said: why the thunder
didn't Mckinley incl1dc all kinds of
taxes in his bill? That's what we elected
a Republican congress for. L don't see
as make anything out of the law as it
now stands. A man might as well be a
Democrat" He redeemed his land,
went AMI subscribed for Democratic
paper, then returned home prepared to
look with suspicion upon 6 II Republican
campaign literature.
TRADER
There is war in the Republican camp.
Mr.. Pearson. candidate for secretary of
state, has had several of the employees
of his office out through the state on
political business. The way in which
he traded the other candidates on the
ticket four years ago placed him under
suspicion this time, and they had his
emissaries watched. One of them, a
negro clerk or janitor in his office, went
to southern Illinois and circulated
among his race with whom he is sup
posed to have influence. He instructed
them to get votes for Pearson first of
all, even if it were necessary to trade off
the remainder of the ticket for them.
OF course the other candidates are hot
and some of them have spoken their
minds pretty freely on the subject. 1t
is presumed that they will keep even
with him at this game. Pearson was
nominated because it was supposed that
he could hold the negro vote for the
party, but as he is using it solely for his
own benefit the other candidates call
him some hard names-''hog' being one
of the mildest.
TIRED OF THE MACHINE.
Il am growing tired of the same old
ring running our state affairs" said a
prominent Republican. Things may
be all right and they may be all wrong.
l would like to see the books examined
anyway and this can only be done
through a change of administration.
The reports of our state officers give lit
tie information and the expenses of
our state nstitutions seem to me to be
very large. 1t is said that people inter-
ested in their management grow rich
and l noticed some time ago in a strong
Republican paper that some of our state
officers are drawing two or three sal
aries. i want to see all these things
looked into and shall vote and work for
the Democratic state ticket this year.
The defeat of Fifer and his colleagues
will not only give us light on these mat
tiers, but it will teach the machine men
of our party a lesson. The state ticket
this wear was not the choice of the Re
publican party: it was shot through by
the machine. Its defeat will be a warn
ing to all machinists to consult the
wishes of the people in making their
nominations.
HE MIXED THE COWS.
Hon. David Gore, candidate for state
auditor on the Democratic ticket, is a
farmer and his colleague, Buck Hin
richsen, candidate for secretary of state,
tells the following story of him: 1--WE
happened to meet at a town in southern
Illinois one night" said Buck, land &C.
cupied the same room. l awoke about
6 o'clock in the morning and found that
Uncle David was already up and gone
/ dressed and went down stairs and find
ing the landlord asked him what had
become of my roommate. He is out
milking the cows was the reply.
milking the cows"
"sYes. He came down very early.
I thought he was sick, but he told me he
was a farmer and could not sleep after
o'clock. He said he never had any ap-
petite for breakfast until he had done a
few chores and asked if he could saw
some wood or milk the cows. or some
thing. l told him he could and put him
to work. He sawed and split a big pile
of wood and is now milking the cows.
There he comes with the milk, pointing
through a rear window. Sure enough
there was Uncle David coming up the
path carrying couple of pals filled
with milk. He had taken off his coat
and vest to display his single yarn sus-
pender, and his pantaloons were rolled
up to show his home-dyed, home-knit
blue socks. He took the milk to the
kitchen and asked for a washpan and a
piece of bar soap. With these he went to
the pump and performed his additions;
then combing his hair and beard with
his pocket comb he came into breakfast.
The balance of the candidates were not
in it that day. The landlord told the
story and as the farmers came in 1t
spread among them and all wanted to
see the candidate who MIXED the cows,
s,u,ad wood and washed at the pumD.
THEY CAN'T AFFORD IT.
There will be no foolishness amongst
the New York Democrats this year.