The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1895-07-30

Ter and purchaser; all the postoffice
patronage was disbursed among the
faithful; the ladies had the ''Shackles
of slavery" welded on them by Demo-
cratic blacksmiths, stricken from their
fettered limbs. Merrily the music Of
the Union sounded and gaily fiuttered
the ensign Of this land of the free and
home of the valiant.
Then a cloud shot athwart the sun
shine. A black, rantankerous cloud;
cloud with no silver lining, or any
other lining. A cloud, the borders of
which resembled a package of stove
polish which has lost its ]ustre.
1t was precipitated by Clesson S.
Kinney. a young man with blue eyes,
raven locks and lot of courage; who
wears gold trimmed eye glasses as an
accompaniment for a smile of especial
and perpetual sweetness. which he be-
slows free of charge upon all whom he
comes in contact. After the aforesaid
precipitation it was all gloom, that
meeting, for Sam J. Kenyon hurled
whole cyclone into the proceedings.
ClessOn began a dissertation upon the
unfOrtunS re position in which men,
bers of the Republican party, in fact
the entire party, find themselves and
itself. in having q bitter strife on in
the near future. Not thai Republicans
finch in the face of danger? On, no.
Republicans can stand up when the
knife of defeat is plunged to the very
hilt in the vitals Of the organization
and never change a muscle of the face,
while Democracy, be it pricked in the
ribs ever so slightly will howl like
coyote. Republicans can go into battle
with the certainty of disaster looming
up like the shadow of a hired man on
the back door of a barn at twelve
minutes to supper time, and sing a
Of
out his clammy hand and bids them
shake"
That is when they know they are be-
ing given "a square DEAF and have the
support of all the members, adherents
and papers of the party. But when
the time of danger approaches and the
serried lines of the foe, sYith their
cleaning weapons appear and the fiery
steeds of the captains and mighty men
begin to say among the trumpets, "Ha
ha," giving the whole works the horse
laugh, il is sad, sad, sad to think that
some of those who have been among
the foremost in urging action, having
taken upon themselves the task of
mapping out the campaign and eSta.b-
fishing the base of supplies, are for
saking US just when the time is ripe
for men to carry ammunition, pack
water and otherwise make themselves
useful.
Mr.. Kinney deprecated the fact that
the Republicans of this city, county
and territory found themselves in the
face of the enemy without an organ.
True, there We're some little meIodeons
scattered here and there Gvho would
play any tune they were told to. but
q, great big organ; an influential organ:
an organ which could shake the rafters
and cause a shiver to run down the
back bone Of the wicked Democracy
when the player struck the high notes.
was wanted.
various kinds of emotions. The anti
Tribune aggregation smiled and the
Tribune gang Writhed and looked
sidewise- A subscriber and adherent of
a little harmonica sort of sheet, which
runs systematically on the installment
plan somewhere in town, was about
TO resent all this, but Kinney kept on.
BY any by, however, he came to
close. Then it was the magnificent
form of the revered and respected Sam
J. Kenyon doomed up among the ma
tives in a manner akin to a CULVER
among the Lilliputians
Sam was hot. Anyone could see that |
as a Cuban revolutionist on the trail |
OF a wounded Spaniard. He had been
hurt in his feelings.
Sam didn't say much direct and to |
the point, but he did declare that he |
deprecated all this kind of monkey |
work. He knew where it all came |
from, SO he cid. It originated in a So
ciety which had for an Interior purpose
the advancement of certain objects |
while pretending TO act on behalf of I
The party in general. Then all the
members of the Oquirrh club present
squi-reed and wriggled as if they were
being attacked. Oh, but it was rich
time. In the midst of the panegyric