Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1894-10-25
o GREAT GROVER!
May THE PRAYER OF THE RIGHT
EOUs AVAIL US MUCH.

He Spoke In Parallels, but Now His People
Have True UnderstAnding-Hs PrepAreth
Them For . life of Ease and Plenty.
They Toll Not; Neither do They Eat.
o great and all wise Grover, moe
more we thank thee for thy bountiful
goodness toward Us.
o great master, we thank thee for the
privilege If putting sackcloth upon our
backs and s sitting in ashes and Of eat
ing thy freeRrade soup.
y great master, we know that thou
speakest in parallels TO us, for hast thou
not said in one of thy speeches that
wheat would be worth 81. 25 per bushel,
and that wages would be high if we
would only make thee our president?
Now, great master, it is all clear TO us
that thou speakest in parallels, and that
thy meaning was that, when Mckinley
and Reed should be elected in 1896,
then we shouldst receive a high price
for our wheat and high wages for
our labor. But, great master, we love
thee still, for we know that when thou
art done with Us that we will be fit sub
jects for a dime museum, there TO earn
plenty and rest in peace.
o great master, we know that the
Breckenridge scandal has grieved thee
sorely, and we know that when thou art
grieved thou goest a-fishing in Buzzard's
bay.
o great master, the supply of thy
Cleveland badges is running short. The
season of the bowling billiards is ap-
preaching, and we have not the where
withal to replace thy badges.
o great master, we know thou hast
often told US that the road Of a free
trader is q hard road to travel in this
country, but blessed is he that endureth
to the end, even though his friends be
not able to recognize him
II thou wilt only veto this Wilson
bill, we will stand by thee firmly till
1895. Then we will hurrah loudly for
Mckinley and Reed.
o great Grover, We are growing thin
upon the substance of things doubtful
and things not seen. Wilt thou not do
something. o great master. before thy
term Of office dost expire, for then thou
wilt be a nobody, . nincompoop with
no power and not able to do anything.
o great master, what Is congress do
ing? Is it stepped in the silurian mud
of partisan prejudice or hidden By the
vapor rising midst its pampered imag-
nation. 1t has blown its trumpet long
and loud. but it has done us no good.
o great master, has this great con-
gress which was on thy hands dropped
through the crater into the mire and
stuck there? OF "a truth, master, there
is but little danger that archaeological
research will ever unearth its lonely
habitat, for is it not true, o Grover,
that only the crudest fossils exist in
that lower strata?
o great Grover, that free trade song
which thou has sung is but as a chest
nut. 1t has been sung and sung and
sung again with variations. Yea, verify,
it has been sung time and time again
until all the people have grown weary
of its dull monotone.
o great master, why hast thou not
done something in these long IS months
of our weary wait, thou who hast had
to bear with the lean of thy kind? II
would even be a merciful act, o great
and good Mr.. Grover, to drive us from
this earthly existence, for we are long
ing, longing, longing for a change.
JOHN d. VIM.