The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1893-01-15
BILL NYE VISITS IOWA
The State Where Barleycorn
Bitters Bubble and Sing.
NO CHANCE FOR KELLEY THERE.
Ridiculous Conduct OF Chicago Brokers
Effect OF Cleveland's Election
in North Carolina.


tcopyfignt, 1895, Dy EDGAR w. NyeJ
We have been passing through Iowa
lately-pronounced Ioway by people who
live here, and Ioscah by those who do not.
Arizona is called Arizony by those who
reside there, and Arizonia by people who
DO not get out much, but who get gay on
popcorn and go to bed as soon as the sup
per dishes are cleared away.
Iowa is q beautiful state and every
farmer has marble top furniture in his sit
ting-room. The soil is a rich. deep black,
which could be divided up with New
England and yet have enough left in the
sping to give tawny shade to the plnky
clay of the South.
l was speaking last month to noun
taineer OF North Carolina regarding the
prosperity of that region. and especially
respecting the growth Of the brick and
tile business. The man was clay-colored
man, with clothes to match. He was
sad looking man, with the air of one who
had hoped with others that with the
election of Mr.. Cleveland huckleoerries
would go up TO II cents, and that the air
would be full! OF welcome to the South and
cheap English clothing made extra long
in the limbs to fit the trade.
"Yes, :" he said, "hlt seems like there 10
more call for hands in the brick works,
but they pear like mostly niggers, for no
white man wants to fuss around in the
mud all day when he ought to be out
huntin'. And as for cookin' clay, my
folks haven't saw we'll day since Wander
bilt put his old bakeshop in amongst our
vlctuais."
Iowa and Illinois at this season of the
year seem to be just buiging out with corn
and other grain. I went into Chicago the
other day and visited the big building
where they sell so much corn and wheat.
l asked man if he could show me some
corn. Yes, he said. he could sell me half
million of February corn. He had a little
basin of it near oy, and everybody was
talking so much at the same time that it
worried me. and asked him to step over
to the hotel, where we could be by our
selves. We went there and up to my
room, which overlooked Cook county as a
new president might overlook man who
came on to see him about getting his son.
in-iaw q place as clerk at the court Of St.
James.
ate some of the corn and was pleased
with it, SO l bought my seed of him for
next year. He told the board of trade
about it, and when [ went there the next
L L
ever, box of these sel.-fastening pants
buttons in my trunk, SO that In a little
while you wouldn't have noticed it at ALL
The Board of Trade, or whatever it is, in
Chicago. IS no way to live. Gray-haired
men here cut up like parcel of comics.
Then they make their wives believe that
they earn livelihood that way.
l don't mind having little quiet fun
even at my time of life, but when grown-up
men with whiskers pour two bushels of
winter wheat down my back just because
my clothes were made in Asheville. muir
muir and repine.
Men who have arrived at the age of 40
years and find themselves at Christmas
tide buying pianos and shaving outfits for
their children ought to sort of tone down,
seems TO me, and have some dignity
Health ought also to be considered. Those
who have never tried it cannot understand
how cold a couple of bushels of winter
wheat Is 10 the person OF one who has been
tenderly reared. One man said In muffled
tone aside to another that he understood
| was one Of the nduroo richie. This is not
SO, for my humble home is far away from
Nauvoo the Old hades-hoie OF poiygamv.
l am not rich, and l have never led a
double life. partly because do not regard
it as right and partly because | am so
prominent that l am soon discovered.
That is one of the horrors of greatness
The Board OF Trade conversed RELY with
each other simultaneously, and it seemed
almost ike the Australian bird show sup
ported by the house of representatives.
But what a blessing it is to the poor farm
ers, who have nothing but their products
to sell, and if these men did not buy where
would the poor farmer be?
No matter how lonely and forsaken a
grain grower may be when the biting
winds OF winter come he will ALWAYS be
sure of a warm corner at the Board of Trade
building.
As | said, We are now passing through