Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1896-08-13
VINO HE is.

G. w. Cullison has written letter.
There is nought that is strange or ex.
traordinary in the mere fact Of Mr..
Cullison's writing letter,-but that
he should write letter to the A0vo.
cate. lis passing strange.
Has Mr.. CulliSon failed to remember
or has the Advocate forgotten that
two years ago this month, the Adv0,
cate was upkolding "the pure and I'M.
deliled principles of democracy" and
q. w. Cullison was "the most radical
and unreasonable fusionist' at the
Council Bluffs convention, which nom
mated James B. Weaver for congress?
Has the correspondent at the Audubon
end of the line forgotten that "if there
be anything in the principles of de,
mocracy, they were worth unfolding
and lighting for?' Has it been for
gotten that no paper in Iowa opposed
with more fervor the populist plat
form, on which the last democratic
nominee for congress stood, than did
the A Audubon Advocate?
But the hatohet, which glistened
with populist gore, is now buried, and
us the summer zephyrs gently wait
the smoke from the now lighted pipes
Of peace, to and fro DER Irish Ridge,
&. w. Cullison writes "a letter.
Perhaps the people of Audubon
county do not know G. w. CullisOn.
He WAS introduced to our people on
the Eth day of August 1894, by his
correspondent in this city. 10 those
who do not remember this gentleman,
who has become 'one of the most able
advocates of silver re monelizaLion in
Iowa." that introduction will be re.
peated. Here it is:
CULLISON THE GREAT.
George Washington Cullison, he of
the hamlet of Ilarlap, county of Shelby
and state of Iowa, was born with an
ambitious soul. Ever since his infant
petticoatS were supplanted with the
ancient KinckerDockers, George Wash
ingtOn has longed for judicial honors
The attention Of the world was first
called to him when he asked to he king
of the mound builders. From those
prehistoric days to the present, his
ambition never Wanned. Nay, on the
contrary, careful cultivation gave it in
abnormal growth and today it stands
forth like an elephant astride of u
gnat. The wintry winds have chilled
the earth II thousand times Il thousand,
their freezing blasts have withered the
tender grass OH the hill top and the
sturdy oaks in the valley, and yet the
ardor Of this Harlan statesman was
never touched by frost. For Il time
the world would sob rs ST thought that
George Washington had been claimed
by cruel oblivion, but ere Grape had
been donned, he would arise like u
sphinx on the desert sands and calm rs
the most sedate cucumber, ask again
for the peoples suffrage. In the times
of Peter and Paul he trayersed the holy
land in quest of recognition. 1t is said
that he asked that the influence of
Caesar might be lent in his behalf
Then he passed from public life till his
name was loaned to the father of oar
country. Since those dark days George,
he of the hamlet of Harlan. has been
more or less CONSPICUOUS, but never SO
much so us at the democratic cOnven-
ton at Council Bluffs OH the 9Th day Of
August, 1894. Today he lives the same
as of yore and we trust, arm in arm, he
and time will go OIL forever, never
faltering by the wayside, never heedful
of the past. May his name go thunder
ering down through eternity like a
bowling alley ball.