Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1894-08-22
TEMPERANCE COLUMN.
EDITED BY JoNEsBoRo W. G. T. U.
A TALK WITH THE OLD PARTY wHoopER

~ v Oub obN " lOOps
For whatp
Why, for the candidate.
Who is hep
Don't know. 1t makes no difference;
he was nominated.
By whomp
Don't know; we were not there.
Is he a good man?
Guess SO; don t know anything about
him.
Hadn't you better inquire into his
recordp
No time for that; got to whoop.
But suppose when he is elected he re-
fuses to do anything for you or to rec
ognize your Industry
Can't consider that matter now; will
look into it after election. Must devote
every energy to whooping until the
ballot box closes.
But that is not the way a sensible
business man should act, is it?
Make no pretense to being sensible;
don't want to be sensible. But Just
hear me whoop! There is patriotism in
that whoop; there is love for the old
flag in it; there is noise in it. Noise
makes votes; noise is the stock in trade
of American politics. Whoop her up
and beat the big drum!
But politics has to do with your home,
your schools, your church, with the
dearest interests you have on earth.
AS a citizen, husband and father, there
is a heavy obligation resting upon you,
and you can afford to treat politics
lightly
Feel the responsibility, but it is not
as big as my whoop.
But, friend, wheat is less than &c.;
cotton is down accordingly; taxes are
high; the mortgage is pressing; values
have shrunk 80 per cent. Great heavens
Politics mean something under such
conditions. Doesn't your own safety
and prosperity demand that you vote
carefully and intelligently?
Too full of whoop to think of the
common affairs of life. Ready to burst
with whoop. Must whoop or die.
And the fellow keeps on whooping
until his, throat is sore, his teeth loose,
his pocket book empty, and the party
ticket is elected. Then he kicks. For
what? Because the man he elected
works and votes against his interests
all the time; and then hs-whoops
again, goes up and down the land
%whooping against the treachery of the
politician. He is a constitutional
whooper. He is all noise, like a burst.
ing bladder balloon. Tied to his party,
he whoops his life away and dies q par
tisan, whooping slave. Farmers Voice,
Chicago.
A SOUTH CAROLINA LADY'S VIEW.
Mrs. V. D. Young, of Fairfax, s. c.,
Corresponding Secretary and Superin-
tendent of Press Work for the South
Carolina w. G. T. u, attended the re-
cent annual meeting at Columbia, and
wore her yellow ribbon everywhere
in the street, on the platform Of the
opera house, and at the dinner given to
herself and Mrs. Chaplin by the Cover
nor. In her report, Mrs. Young made
an outspoken plea for equal suffrage,
to the CONSERVATION of the more con.
sentative members. But the audience
listened very kindly, and the courage
GUS little lady was re elected State Cor.
responding Secretary and Superintend.
ent of Press Work. Mrs. Young said:
Dear Friends-As many of you are
aware, I last spring entered upon terri
tory which the women of my State have
been wont to approach warily. Not
one of you could have feared more the
criticisms l knew l should call down
on my head then I, when l dared over
my W name write in favor of a free
ballot and a fair count for women. At
the time when my articles on woman
suffrage were coming out in the News
and Courier, l met Gen. Moore, our
Senator, on the train. Talking the
matter over with him, l said l had not
yet got owe my own surprise how
dared do it. His eyes twinkled as he
laughingly replied, MRS. Young, you
remind me of John D., my comrade
with whom l was when l was about to
go into my first battle. ! said John,
how do you feel about thisp' 'Feelp'
said he, why, l feel scared to deathl'
But, scared or not, John went into that
fight and fought through it, and thro'
the war;"
confess Gen. Moore's story helped
me, but it did not prevent a recurrence
of my tremors. You remember, those
of you who kept abreast of the battle
in the News and Courier, that in an
editorial Boston was spoken of as the
''congenial cline of the propaganda"
But l am a South Carolinian, and have
spent nearly my whole life within a
hundred miles of Columbia. l was
reared with the same ideas you have.
My ancestors came to South Carolina
from France, and have always lived
here, yet l have believed in woman
suffrage since l first examined the ques-
ton, before l ever saw the North, or
knew its people. You will therefore, I
hope, admit that it recommended Its Elf
to me by its reasonableness.
have often asked the Youngest chill.
dren in my Sunday temperance school,