Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1892-09-14
BREAD VERSUS POODLE.
wh., H.. Democracy Done for Ar,.op
fCommunicated.l

Communicated.
 I see two men climbing wearil
 up the trail to the works. They ar
 Americans. They are Arizolians
 They are working men, and have t,
 belt grim fate in the neck with 4
 pound hammer for every bite the,
 eat. Time was when they wen
 merrily to their labors, and returned
 to their rest at evening to the ryth
 mic jingle of four silver dollars
 fortune in front of them, prosperit,
 and fortune all about them. But
 now their brawny arms are stiff
 and sore from exposure in the damt
 stope and poison drift. Their head,
 are aching from the powder smoke
 and beneath their feet on every
 hand is heard the fall and crash oI
 wages, the blow of the Wall street
 hammer shattering the laborer's rights to dust, and the click of the millionaires key locking out hope forever. Their wages reduced, their rights ignored; every thing they knew before shattered and fallen, EXCEPT THE PRICE oF LIVING, which, in the language of McCauly, stands immovable, IMMovABLE and ETERNAL
 Time was, when capital was SEARCHING for these men. THEY were the Lords, and Capital the willing ladder upon which they climbed to happiness and inde- pendence. Now, they are like beasts of sburthen, and CAPITAL holds the reins, while Democratic laws. the seryile instruments of Capital, wield the lash.
 Of these two men, the one behind is husband and father. In this struggle, for instance, this death march to the works, where lead and arsenic. and damp, and cold await him. Why follows he behind, his head bent low, his steps slower and less steadyi An. stop and think of the load he has to carry. load on his sturdy shoulders, load on bis tired brain, load on his generous heart. He pays dearly for home which is NOT home; for a good wife's tender claims that make him a slave; for the innocent babies that bear him down in chains. Yes, four little bodies to clothe, and a good wife who can contribute nothing. The last sack of -four is broken. The Gold King knows it. The last piece of bacon Is on tine hook. The Gold King knows 1t. The poor wife's shoes are worn to shreds. The Gold King knows it. Three dollars per day, by working Sun days, holidays and all, will hardly supply these things. An. The Gold King knows it! Therefore, he will, from now on, get just three dollars per day,-a cent less would starve the working man; a cent more would break the Gold Kings heart.
 The company wastes a hundred thousand dollars in bad investment down goes the poor mans wages two bits on the day to make them whole. The company sinks quarter of a million in building a road that won't stay, a dam that won't stand, or a tramway that ALWAYS stands, and the working mans wages are cut two bits to put the company even. From that poor mans heart a golden chain of love goes out and binds that family to him. The man of mil lions, the man of power, the disciple of Wall street, steps forward with his gloved hand and grasps that chain, and tine working man is a slave. Disobey his master, and he is discharged, his family starv- ing. He is the veriest slave, and his manly love and nobility made him such.
 Every day wretohed and worn, wrecked of health and hope, he struggles on in the noisome stope and foul drift, and if he falters but a moment in his forced fidelity to MT. Golden Autocrat, he is dragged forward by that precious chain and forced to face his fate anew.
 The man in front is SINGLE man; his steps may be more elastic than that of his enslaved brother. His dinner bucket swings carelessly in his right hand. It Is filled to over flowing with grub" dished up by a leprous Chinaman, down at the com pany swill foundry, where bones and slop assail the nostrils at a dis tance of half mile, and the early blow-fy has pitched his camp to stay, That bucket COR tains cold potatoes, with their over coats on and their dead eyes unre- fried abdomen of the ft male hog, with hair and mammillary or gans still attached, coffee, used on the boss table a week before, pies, the forerunner of Asiatic cholera, and hot cakes with dead cockroaches be- tween them. The whole is to be taken in 8 tablespoonful of glu- rose jam, which is deposited in the canning tower of bucket just under the balls.
 This man is all American. He is not ''German from the Cork side ,f the Rhine" Highlander from nor 8 member of the "An- ,ient Oorder of United terriers" But he is plain United States" raised in house, accustomed to eat rom table, and sleep on a bed. Yet he is carrying this bucket full of oestilence into the black stope, into he bowels of Perdition, where, with his body bared to the waist, he la DOTS for ten long hours, breathing ,ne form of pestilence and eating mother, for the paltry sum of S | ,r $3s, and when the month is up, ,e finds that he is robbed of one hird of that by a dozen varieties of | axes. assessments and trimmings, or which no mode of decent jus joe could make him responsible.
 Oh, don't 1t make awhite mans blood boil, and if you dare utter a word of complaint, there stands a black unnaturalized foreign half breed to take your place.
 TWENTY YEARS OF DEMOCRATIC DoMI- ALTON HAS DONE ALL THIS FOR US.
 Fellow laborers of Arizona, why 10 we submit to this wretched | egimei
 Twenty years ago, when there 'ere no politics in Arizona, it was ot so. But after months and years f democratic management, we are hrown in the ditch, and a ham col red foreigner stands over us, and in