Mexico weekly ledger., 1892-09-15
ROCK-RiBRED DEMOCRAT.
Rnrus Sanders Talks Democracy
"IrOn-Bound, Moss-C0yered, Rock.
Ribbed and Copper-B0ttomed"
Col. John 4. JndY's
Sentiments.

The following was handed to us
by Col. John A. Judy, of this city,
for publication, and we recommend
it as well worth a close reading:
From the Montgomery (Alal Advertiser.
BY gum, ] am a Democrat. ! am a
Democrat world withoutend, all wool
and a yard wide, and something like
three feet thick. | am a Democrat,
iron-bound and moss-coyered and
roek-ribbed and copper-bottomed.
was born and bred and buttered
a Democrat. | was brought up on a
Democratic farm, in 4 Democratic
family, with Democratic neighbors
and teachins and surroundins. am
a Democrat all around and all over,
up and down, through and through.
| have fed and got fat on Democratic
bacon and Democratic peas and DEM
oeratic potatoes. My good old father
is a Democrat, warp and wool and
film. Mother is a dyed in the wool,
tariff reform Democrat, with q right
sharp smatterin of home-rule yaria-
tons.
love Democratic books and DEM
ocratic papers and Democratic prin-
ciples. Iuse Democratic tobacco, and
drink good Democratic liquor, or
none. | have voted the Democratic
ticket in every campaign; voted her
early and late, and, if necessary,
often. | go to all the Democratic
barbeeues and rallies and speakins,
where | can feast my sad and heavy
heart on Democratic doctrine, battle
mine weary soul in seas of Demo-
cratic truth, and then take the wrink-
les out of mine empty stomach
with Democratic grub.
[ am goin to stand fat-footed
where GeorgeW Washington ndThom-
as Jefferson and Grover Cleveland
have stood-on the bedrock of DEM
ocracy, old as the century and firm
as the e~verlastin hills, till the cows
come home and the evenin stars
sing together.
AN OBJECTIVE CASE.
Every man that jines the Demo-
cratic band and totes a Democratic
sign and holIers for the winnin tick
ct, ought to know why he is a Dem
ocrat.
Old Zeke Strickland and old Tom
my Pickens was neighbors over on
Bear Creek for many years, and they
was forever and eternally at outs
about somethin. 1t seems like old
Zeke was born on the other side of
every question-in the objective
case, as it were. When [ first got
acquainted with them old Tommy
was a red hot Democrat and old
Zeke was a Wing from way back.
Bye and bye old Tommy got convert
ed and fell in with the Wing side,
seeing that his wife's uncle was run
min for sheriff on the Wing ticket.
And about the next thing | knowed
old Zeke turns up a f~ire-eatin, Jeffer-
sonian Democrat. After the war,
when the Old Line Wing went to
pieces and jined the great and grow
in majority in that thickly settled
country where the woodbine twineth
and the whangdoodle moaneth, old
Tommy comes around in the Demo-
cratic, line once more, processes re-
pentence and shows up in the next
campaign as a full-hedged, u%nterri
fed Democrat. Then what did old
Zeke do, you reckon2 He cut a
double back action summerset and
landed, hoof and hide, in the Repub-
lican party. Somebody asked old
Zeke one day what he meant by
fioppin around changin his colors so
regular and frequent. He said he
couldn't stand in with no party that
would let a slou-footed, snaggIe-
toothed, box-ankled, tangle-haired
old scoundrel like Tom Pickens line. 1
He didn't have no political faith.
He didn't have no party principles. ,
didn't believe nothin. He didn't I
give adurn whether he was right or
wrong, in the overwhelming MAORI |
ty or the lonesome minority. He !
was jest simply agin old Tom Pick
ems. And there he was. +
They are both dead and gone long g
ago. No, | don't know where they q
are at this writin. Old Tommy Z
Pickens was a powerful good man., q