The Wadsworth dispatch. [volume] (Wadsworth, Nev.) 1892-1899, 1895-08-24
FARMER ALLEN.

work injury to his reputation for truth
and veracity. This happened to Sam
Davis recently in this city, and he takes
a great deal OF pleasure in telling the
story on himself. Each time it is a
little different, hut the idea is generally
the same. The last time lac unfoldcd it
was in the Occidental Hotel, where he
told it to some silver men.
81 was getting shaved in a barber
shop on Powell street" said Sam, "and
when | was about half-scraped the
man shaving me inquired whether or
not he had ever seen me in New Jersey.
told him | had just come from there,
and he wanted to know how things
were in that section. | saw a good
chance to do the silver cause a good
turn and at once began to tell him that
the entire State was on the verge OF fall
ing into the silver camp, and that the
voters were very much dissatisfied
with the two old parties and were get
ting ready to bolt at the signal from
the silver men. He wanted to know
how it was in New York, and | told
him that the leagues were working
things SO that at the election there
would be a big majority Tor the
silver ticket from top to bottom. He
didn't seem to be very anxious about
New York, however, SO l got back to
New Jersey. Did you ever live in
Newark Certainly l replied that's
the town l just left We'll, how are
the Republicans doing thereY why,
the party has gone to the dogs. There
isn't a decent man in the party who
would be seen at a Republican meeting.
1t is just as good as a failure in business
to say a word against free coinage. and
the Democrots busted up long ago.
II pumped this information into the
barber for about ten minutes and he
wore that if old New Jersey was going
for free coinage he would get out and
join the ranks himself, as anything in
dorsed by that State was all right. Be
fore | knew what had struck him he
was tossing free-coinage arguments into
the other BARRIERS, and in Il few moments
We had the whole shop wild over the
possibilities OF b;nlitallism. Everybody
who came in was pounced upon, and we
were stacking up quite a record. He
said he was delighted to meet a good
New Jersey man, aud that / talked
like n and was just the right sor OF a
man to shave lat the regular rates. and
that it was IA treat to have a few words
with a man who knew what he was
talking about. Everything was going
on smooth and even and l was getting
my hair brushed with the greatest care
when i'll walked Lem Allen of Nevada.
"Heilo, Davisp he exclaimed, when
did you get down from Carsonr
"Excuse me, sir" | answered, ''you
have made a mistake. L am from New
Jersey and my name is Thompson"
"Like--it is. What kind OF a job
are you working on these BARRIERS? Are
you working yourself off as a tourist
from the East? Come, get out OF that
chair, Sam. ] want to have luy whisk-
ers combed.'
Il attempted to explain to Allen that
he was mistaken, but he kept calling me
names and abusing me to the tonsorial-
lists until l had to laugh and admit that
| had not been to New Jersey for some
years, but that at one time l was a resi-
dent of that State. Lem kept up his
abuse until the crowd began to look up
me with suspicion, and l finally left.
l don't suppose Allen will ever realize
what a fatal familiarity he exercised on
that occasion, nor does he appreciate
the harm he has done the cause OF free
Somebody had ought to post
him to keep his mouth shut when
another silver man has the floor, but |
suppose he will eve learn. You
know Lem is a farmer ma a politician"
The new canned-horse industry OF the
Pacific coast seem to bea hourishing bus
mess fact, and MT a joke. A week or so
ago the transcontInental association Of
railroads was asked for rates Oh canned
ami pickled horse meat, in carload lots,