The Sauk Centre herald., 1896-07-30
MINNESOTA
HISTORICAL
SOCIETY.
Plain Talk From a Farmer
flames Raruon Adamsl

Plain Talk From a Farmer-ga
Games Barnon Adams.)
Now. look here, Mister Congressman,
| worked fur you last fall, an and pulled
mighty lot o. votes acrost the party
WALL turned the other teller down in
my township, you bet, an I've an idee
but fur me you'd be plain Mister, yet. I
made some rattlin' speeches every time
got chance. an talked to them OF
farmers till they trembled in their pants;
an when the votes was counted we jes'
split our whoopin' throats. fur you had
more majority than Robinson had votes.
Considerin' all this, think I've got
right to say what sort O. Legislation
we're needin' wust today, not only here
but everywhere in all the 'tarnal land,
| from Names big rocky hills to Cali
forney's golden strand, Pm goin' to
talk United States as plain as know
how, an I'm chinnin' now fur every
man that holds the plow by telhn' you,
| as sure as there is Eaters in the hill, if
you don't work fur better roads we'll
git a man that will!
You're 'propriatin' money fur all sorts
O. useless truck. fur di edgin' creeks an
rivers that'd Ycurce'y float a duck,
fur pensionin' rich widders. an fur
buildin' ships o. war (not havin' any
enemies, what do we need 'em for7)
You're votin' publ1ck buildin's at a
mighty lively rate, jes fur to raise the
value of snrroundin real estate, an
while your farmers o. the country are
a founderin' in the mud.
When any cussed railroad wants
finger IN the pot, a grant O. land or
franchise. doesn't make no differende
featherin' their nest. They simply press
the hutton, an you fellers do the rest.
But when the tollin' farmers makela a
sort o. modest play, YOU plug yer ears
with cotton, an youlook the other way;
but when you're 'lectioneerin', then yer
talks as soft as mush, yer PROMISED
|
You know the toiln' farmer is the
backbone O. the land the welfare o. the
countrv lies right in his horny hand; he
leeds the hull durn nation, keeps it in its
bread an meat. an all the other proper
truck fur Christian folks to eat. He
tolls when you're q loatin' he's at work
when you're asleep, he sows the seeds o.
Twin fur you city folks to reap, an when
he asks a little show to git his stuff to
town, you fellers there in congress ies'
perceed to turn him down
You know in rainy weather we Kin
neither plow nor sow, an that, OF fcourse,
is jes' the time when farmers ort to go
to market with their farm produce; fur
when the weather's tair the CROWN
crops IS needin, eyerv minute o. their
care. No matter howit's rainin', if they
have a solid road they'd all go to the
market with profitable load; but now
in dampish weather they jes' set an
twirl their thumbs, an spend the time
in cussin' you OF legislative buns.
tell you, sir, the farmers are at last
, upon the track; they're gettin' 'tarnal
tired O. this here rippin' up the back, an ;
f sick O. bein' kicked about jes like lot
O. toads, an now bv the Eternal, they
re goin to have some roads. So ies'
want to tell you in the p'ainest sort o.
talk; it you don't mind yer knittin'
you're goin' a'take walk. Jes' shed
yer coat an hustle fur proper good
roads bill, or. by OIL Gineral Jackson, we
will git man that will!-The North
western Horseman and Sportsman.