The Delta independent., 1894-03-07

The Prayer to Cleveland that went
the rounds Of the press some weeks ago
which was credited to the Gunnison
Tribune now proves to come from the
National Reformer Of Hardy, Ark. We
publish another Of the series which this
paper sends to the throne Of Democratic
grace every month
Almighty, All Obstinate and Nearly
All Fat Cleveland, our great political god,
again we bow before thee in humble sub
mission, Each day, as this world, which
was made for thee, is hurled through
ethereal space faster than a hungry
Democrat can run for office, we have
additional proof of thy greatness. We
have gulped it all down, and now we lie
stretched out in the sun Of political hope
like a snake that has swallowed large
frog, waiting for it to digest. Yes almighty
and all powerful master, there is a panic
throughout the land. 1t 10 spreading
disaster everywhere. 1t has knocked the
everlasting stufiin' out OF the seat Of our
pants, and left Its imprint all over our
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and our children's children. The gentle
zephyrs Of the summers breeze fit
familiarly through the holes In the knees
Of our pants, and playfully kiss the cuticle
where the gentle and patient wood tick
and festive flea have just finished a
sumptuous meal. This is all very well in
the summer time, but we would thank
thee, our most adored political father, if
thou wouldst stop tho panic before the
keen blasts of winter have chance to
peep into the open windows our pants.
| I'VE know. most respected and adored
| master, that thou art wise, or how couldst
thou know we had panic, yet thou
hast found it out before it was
three months old. and straightway thou
throwest down thy fish pole. kickest over
thy bait can, and settlest to work to
snatch the panic bald headed. We thank
thee, most kind master, for even men ton
ing us In thy message.
1--WE thank thee for thy desire and thy
efforts to give us . good dollar We i'm
plore thee to make it better than any
body's dollar. The more it will buy the
better 1t is. Oh, great and mighty Cleve-
land, il thou couldat make it buy ton
bushels Of wheat. fifty pounds OF cotton
we know it would be good. When We get
hold Of one we would know how to appreci.
ate it. There is no excellence without
great labor The more labor it takes to got
dollar the more. excellent II is. Mighty
master, make it good Mako it better
Squeeze into it more labor, moro hogs,
more cattle, more grain. 1t will cost thee
nothing! We will furnish thee more
labor, more hogs. moro cattle ard moro
grain. Squeeze them into the dollar. 1t
| will be money in thy pocket, and money
in thy pocket will put feed in thy paunch!
I'VE thank thee, most excellent master,
for thy friendly interest in behalf Of the
bankers. Last campaign we accused the
Republicans Of deception and lying, and
now they have proved by the words OF
thine own mouth, most adored master,
that we have lied.
had written . book! but that's just what's
tho matter with US. Our enemies havo
written too many books. And they in.
crease not only in knowledge but in num-
bers. The political mid-wiyes which
thou hast sent out to slay all the new
born male babes, are either hoodooed or
don't arrive on time. And this increase
is sore vexation. Besides, no people in
| all the world have such wonderful
| memories. They have recorded every
| promise We ever made. They point to
the Mckinley bill as tho 'calumniating
atrocity,' remind us Of our promise to re.
peal it, and exclaim: All! They remind
us Of our chance and call our attention
to you as you fish at Buzzard's Bay or
shoot snipe on Hog Island. They recall
our sacred promises Of better times and
then point to the numerous business
failures, the shutting down Of factories
and mines, the thousands Of unemployed,
the low price Of wheat and cotton and
cattle and hogs, and tho scarcity Of money.
They sorely perplex US and we know not
whittier to turn.
"Oh, most excellent and mighty master,
is there no balm in Gileadr Is there no
place We can turn our head to hide our
shame? II We had an Office we could
stand 1t without complaint. We would
eat our pie and let the heathsn rage. We
could buy moro with our salary and
would scoop in the property whilo 1t was
low. But tho panic which it has blessed
thy greatness to create has hit US as hard