The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1894-07-25
BILL APPS LETTER:
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atlanta Constitution.

BIN Says Lot Everybody Quit Work for q
WhIles
Atlanta Constitution.
We are crowded now. What with
all the ramiacations of the big strike,
the widespread war between capital
and labor, the miserable contention
over the tariff bill and the red-hot
strike Of candidates for Office, our
weak minGs are kept on continual
strain. Every trade or occupation has
got a union now, even to the BARRIERS
and the newsboys, and if these unions
don't strike or boycott something oc.
sasionally the boys get lukewarm and
quit paying their dues and that cuts
off the salaries of the officers, and so
they must get up carousement to tlre
up the boys again.
It is like the great monarchies OF
Europe. When their people get rest
less and discontented and threaten the
government the monarch gets up q
little war with some other nation and
that unites the people and kills off the
surplus. Suppose We all strike for a
little while and swear off from any
kind of work unless We can get more
Tor it. Let the newspapers strike
against the newsboys and quit pub
fishing papers. Let the railroads stop
running. Let the merchants quit
buying and selling. Let all the man
ufactories close up for awhile. Let us
all wear our old clothes and live of
our gardens. Capital is just as good
as labor and brains are better than
both. It takes all three to keep the
world going and if they cannot get
along in peace let us dissolve the part;
nership awhile and everybody and
everything get on strike. But that
woulden't do. Juss think Of the
poor; not the farmers nor the laborers
on the railroads and in the workshops,
but the poor women and children who
toll in the cotton mills or at the nee
die in some miserable garrett sew
ing women in the great cities who
make our garments for q mere trife
and who still sing sThe Song Of the
Shirt" Who is striking for them !?
Nobody. It's not the very poor who
are raising all this racket. 1t is the
able-bodied men who have employ
ment at living wages. I heard far
,mer say yesterday that they could get
along If labor was not SO high, and no
doubt his laborers are growing be-
cause wages are not higher, and so it
goes. The farmer grumbles because
wheat is down to so cents bushel
and The laborer would reduce it to 80
cents if he could. And yet all classes
who are not rich enough to live with
ont work sympaShize with the strike,
and in its last analysis the prime
cause is envy and selfshness. How
rich will man be allowed to get and
still have the good will of his poorer
neighborsl!- How poor must . man
get before he will have the help and
pity Of the rich !?
But every day the press ventilates
the whole business and everybody
knows all about it.
It was relief when Mrs. Arp told
me this morning she wanted that big
red oak that stood near the corner OF
the garden cnt down. I've been hint
ing about that long time, but she is
opposed to cutting down shade trees,
and SO I never argued the case at all.
Z never do. Some years ago | pro-
posed to thin. out the trees in the
front yard, but she objected. While
she was off to Rome on asyisit | got
the boys and We cut downsthree Of
them level lWiththe ground and didn' t
leave assign Of astnnp, and NE hauled
away every chip and scrap and Gov
cred the places with grass and she
never found it out for two months,
and wouldn't have them, but one Of
the mischievous girls remarked one
day that we didn' use to see the hills
as plain as we do now, and my wife
caught on to the business right away:
She always does. But she suggested
this morning that that oak would have
to come down and it would give US
more garden. As woman sometimes
changes her mind, [ went at it like
killing snakes. The trunk of the tree
was perpendicular. I know it was, FOR
Iplanted it. I tied pair Of big scis-
sors to string and stood off and
sighted and was sure it would fall up
the hill where / wanted it. If it vent
down the hill it would fall across my
own fence and across the narrow lane
and onto the widows fence and smash
up the fruit trees in her lot. Soto be
sure I. climbed the ladder and sawed
of some big limbs on that side, and l
knew that the limbs On the other side
would pull it that way. ! sharpened
the az and then I and Uncle Sam went
to work. When it was most down the
good widow, who is our nearest neigh
Dor and lives alone in her cottage,
came along and looked anxiously at
what we were doing. I assured her
the tree was bound to fall up the hill
on my side, and she went on to spend
the day at friends, and we chopped
on little more. The wind was blow
ing quite a breeze, and Z! | got my plumb
and sighted again. Then I sighted
the top in line with another tree, and
told Uncle Sam to chop some more.
By and by I saw it was moving little
up the hill and alright. cts going
all alright, Uncle Sam," said 1.
"Let her go-give another lick or two
On the lower corner" Just then the
wind got up almost a gale, and. before
we could say Jack Robinson, it sent
that tree crashing down onto fences
and orchards and into my corn patch
and just tore things all to pieces gen.
erally. "Dar now" said Uncle Sam,
and 'there now" was echoed from the
back door, where my wife and the
girls were watching. ut was the
wind" said I. IT reckon itwas grav-
ity," said my wife. They guyed me
almost as bad as the small boys guy a
baseball team from neighboring
town, and I had to walk into the gar
den to let my collar down. didn t
,,utb;nr about my fence nor the