The state republican. (Jefferson City, Mo.) 1871-1896, 1893-03-16
The Stuffed Prophet
TabOOS Old OdiCehOlderS
And BOyCOttS Editors
And Grows Cold at Receptions
Sorrow Depicted on the Faces
Of the Faithful.
POStomce the Crying Trouble

P%OStOllCe the Crying Trouble
We have felt the biting frost, and
the comfortless snow storm :. have
read of the raging blizzard and the
death-dealing cyclone, We have
heard Of the miseries Of ship-wreck
the loss of friendships and the pangs
of hunger. We have seer the apple
blossom, shifted its ad%olescent per.
fume, watched it ripen into redness
and realized that it was born only to
die at the hands Of some remorseless
consumer. Rn. In ali of our exper.
fence in solacing cases of woe and
sorrow in all of our observations of
trials and tribulations, in all of our
wanderings we have never seen so
pitable, God forsaken, sunken. cheek
ed misery as is depicted on the faces
of the faithful unwashed, who are
chasing office as they were chasing
rain-bows heretofore.
To think that they had found their
Moses but to lose him! 1t was sad.
ness Itself. But to realize that he
is not a Moses at all, such as they
dreamed he was, is awful to behold.
They turned to one another with that
despairing glance and tell. tale sigh
that needs no tongue or pen to tell
its tale. Many have lived through
turbulent storms, fought for the
Confedegacy and died for the Union,
but they have never before confront.
ed such an enemy as they now find
entrenched in the White House.
The gaunt.eyed editor is told by
this native prophet Of Oriental hue,
that only the privilege Of praislng
"him' who occupies the White
House, is permitted by his conde-
scending Highness. They are lold
that during his term as chief execu-
tive of a mighty nation, he wants an
uDtrammeled press. He wants the
free expression Of opinion not in
iiuenced by a purchase IN the shape
of an Office from the White House!
What granduer! What statesman
ship! What greatness there is in
such an order! But what sorrow
and disappointment; what depriva
ton for the editor who has been
without wood all winter.
And the cx otliceholder, is told,
that while the Prophet is called a
second time, that is for the prophets
only, and that there Is but one, and
he The Stuffed Prophet" the man
of destiny. The patriotism of this
position is not exactly apparent.
But the fact that such Is the voice of
the Prophet remains a gaunt phantom
standing on every hilltop to remind
the old barnacle that there is moth
ing now in the world worth living
for. The Stuffed Prophet has cut
away the pillars against which those
faithful for office" have leaned for
many years, and with this AK he has
filed political graves with the one,
gallused contingent from Maine to
California. 1t is enough TO make
angels weep TO behold the wreck and
realize the misery that has been
wrought. Mahomet conquered with
the sword, but the Stuffed Prophe,
conqucrs with n stuffed club. He is
a wonder to the rising generation,
an enigma TO the middle aged and 8
death blow to the old, whose las,
chance has gone forever.
Forty thousand books would no,
fill the woeful songs that are now be
ing sung in this broad and liberty
loving land, but not satisfied with
the misery he has caused in sweep
ing from the face of the earth thu
editor, and the *. ofieeholder,. h
has made a last dictum that brok,
the camel's back. He tells the world
the waiting and disappointed, TIL
helpless and fearful Democracy, wh'
have been visiting the White Housi
that they must come less; that he i
tired of looking at them.
| This great prophet now even re
fuses to smile. He, sphinX-like
refuses to give a smiling glance t
the shivering poor, who were williD
: to be kicked down the back stairs
e lie would only smile on them durin
the performance. There is food II
y reflection In all this trouble. Tn
i sadness could all have been avoide
4 If the wild, unreasonable Democrac
h had only listened 10 the advice '