Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1893-12-14
A Democratic Prayer.

cleveland, who art in Washington,
when not fishing; thou who art the
father OF Ruth and Ruth's sister, and
OF Maria Halpin's boy Oscar, and
che godfather Of the democratic par
ty. this father wouldn't own him if
he was here), we hail thy name as
the great political prophet OF the
century. We bow down before thee
in humble obedience. When thou
snyest go, We so; when thou sayest
come, we come. We have no desire
but to serve thee. Ii thou snyest
black is white we will swear to it,
and lick the everlastin' stuffin' out
OF the man who disputes it. When
thou takest snuff we will sneeze;
when thou sayest free silver, We will
echo thy words; when thou sayest
gold, then gold it is. We are demo-
Gratis after the improved modern
type. Our business is to vote the
ticket and vote 'er straight. What
business is it to us whether we have
free silver or not? We are but dogs
that eat OF the crumbs that fall from
our masters tables. When the
crumbs fall we wag our tails; when
they full fast we wag our tails faster;
when they don't fall we stand and
wait until they do. This is demo-
cracy; this is the kind of democracy
which elected thee, our great and al
mighty Cleveland. Oh, most adored
master, we love thee for what thou
hast done for us. We love thee be-
cause thou art Cleveland. Do with
us Us thou wilt. Though wheat is
but 80 cents "a bushel we love thee;
and though cotton is low we love
thee; though business is dull we love
thee; though thousands, millions,
are out of employment we love thee;
though our children are clothed in
rags we love thee; though our wife,
the companion OF our bosom, is
scantily dressed and looks so shabby
she can't go to church we love thee;
though we are sinking deeperin debt,
and poverty is knocking at the door
and hunger staring us in the face, we
love thee still. This shows our great
faith in thee. Our wives and chill
dren we are willing to sacrifice even
as the Hindoo mother sacrifices her
by throwing it under the
crushing wheels OF the juggernuut.
Oh, mighty Cleveland, words cannot
our love for thee. What care
we for the promises made? We know
the party promised free silver, and
we know it wont give it to US, but we
will stick to the party. We know we
said if it didn't do the things it
promised to do we would leave it,
but we lied when we said it. We
thought then we had some manhood
about us but we amt. We have no
Thou oh mighty
Cleveland, hast all the manhood and
independence in the party. We are
fools, liars, lick-spittlers, mudsills.
We have no business to want any
thing or to say anything. Last year
we favored free silver, and now we
have to oppose it. We favored it
then because we thought it was
right. We oppose it now, most
adored master, because thou tellest
us to. Amt we honey OF the first
water? Did ever a dog serve his
master more faithfully? Did ever a
dog get less for it? Oh, mighty mas
ter, We are ever ready to serve thee
and the party. All the pay we ask is
to be patted on the back by some To-
cal politician and called IL good dem
ocGat. We ain t got any sense. We
don't need amy, only enough to vote
the ticket. 1t doa't take any sense
TO DE {. goou democrat. Our work
is all mapped out for us. We thank
thee, oh Cleveland that we are a
democrat. We thank thee for the
hungry men and women in the land.
We thank thee for low prices. We
thank thee for the banks that have
been busted and thousands OF bust
uess failures since thou hast come in
to power.
We thank thee for the rags our
children wear. We thank thee for
The clothes our wife needs and can
not get. We do thank thee Tor what
thou hast done for the bankers and
what thou hast not done for the peo-
PIE. 1t may go against the grain,
but we will take our medicine. We
will work our wives to death, starve
our children, sacrifice our homes,
cruelty liberty and kill prosperity,
but we will never go back on our
dear old party, and on thee our
most adored Cleveland. Thou art
more account than all Of us put to-
gether. Thou knowest more than
the south and the west. Call us
tools; spit in our face; wipe your feet
on us; we will love thee all the more.
And now, our great political father,
we leave lis in tiny care. Do with us
as thou wilt. Kick silver into the
middle of next century; give more