The weekly tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1891-1894, 1892-10-07
POLITICS AT SAND COULEE.
The Ratification and Rally Held There
Thursday Evening.

Thursday Evening.
SAND CoULEE. Sept. 80. 1892.
EDITOR TRIBUNE-The republicans Of
our camp have been telling us for the
last week Or 30 to look out for Thursday
night and we ''would hear something
drop" Well, it dropped" About : p.
m. Mr.. Miller, the great Utah spouter, in
company with Joe Hamilton, drove into
our town, expecting to be just in time to
head the grand torchlight procession and
pyrotechnic display of the g. o.. p. in Sand
Coulee. Sore was their disappointment,
seeing neither procession, decorated halls
nor audience to greet them. They stood
for awhile amazed, then dropped into the
nearest place and took a bracer for their
nerves. Here the orator came under the
protecting wing of our genial postmas-
ter, who in the goodness of his heart
promised to assist him in ferreting out
the hiding place Of the G. o. p. While
on this weary and fruitless search your
correspondent met them as they entered
a saloon where some half dozen men we're
pleasantly enjoying themselves over a So
cial glass. The postmaster seemingly
forgot the politics of the friend he had
in charge. and began his introduction to
those present in about this way: This
is Mr.. -, our candidate for
the legislature this is Mr.. -, our
Candidate for county commissioner
This is Mr.. -, our candidate for o
stable of ETC., etc. After a smile the ora
tor opened up the discussion on the out
look for the republican party and to take
them to task for the cold reception that
had been accorded him. The candidates
(who were all democrats and peoples
party,) began to look from one to the
other in Amusement, until the peoples
party candidate, Strengthening himself
up to his full height and with a threat
ening frown on his countenance. said:
"oir, and are you a republican,"
"Certalnly.'
Il supposed you were "a peoples party
man
What, ] "a republican"
At that the orator made his escape
through the door and headed for Pat
Ferris plac-, while the postmaster stood
Mortified at the mistake he had made.
Following our orator he rushed into
Pats Place and yelled:
FERRY, where is the republican
party"
Pat, with his usual bIandness and a
forced smile, says: please be calm, my
dear friend. Wet your lips and take a
heat and / will send for him and have
s i'm brought in Immediately
in a few minutes Sheriff Hamilton
came leading in our old-time friend the
venerable Sam Dean. AS the g. o. p.
was present the meeting was called to
order by tapping IA keg of beer. (By the
way. | had forgot to state that in the ex-
element Ferry broke the demijohn con-
tanning the SOU mash he had made in
the morning for the evening entertain
ment.) The venerable g. o. p. proceeded
to fill his glass, the orator unrolled his
manuscript and began to crate, and i
am satisti d from the energetic manner
in which he poured his mathematical
demonstrations into the ear of the g. o. p.
that he thoroughly convinced him that
seven is a majority of sixteen, and that
ne will cast his vote solid for Mathe-
NAUTICAL Richards. Your correspondent
firing of his loneliness after the g. o. p.
had fallen asleep and his pipe dropped
to the floor with a sigh of pity silently
stole away, leaving Pat posting up the
slate accounts of the day. ELI.