The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1896-08-21
Bunk weatherford the winner.


When it comes to maxim a stump
speech little Bunk Weatherford amt
very many. In fact, he is only a very
few. But on the still hunt for votes
when it comes to gangin with the boys
and settin up the pegs-he is way yon-
der the most smoothest and slickest
card i'm the deck-hot stuff and a whole
passle of it,
By some hook or mercrook l forgot
to tell you that little Bunk is now high
constable of Rocky Creek. And the way
in which he whipped his fight and win
the race, hands down, Jest simply goes
on to show that American politics have
always been and always will be-Amer-
lean politics.
You see there was three good men
out for the same place, and between
the other two they did make the road
tremendous hot and dusty for me- says
little Bunk to me the next day after the
election. But Will Tom Pickens he
was a candidate from over in the hill
country, whilst Bud Newton he was
runnin frem down in the Flat Woods.
viii Tom he had worked up a scandlous
strong backin from the boys in the hills,
whilst Bud he never was in the fight
scarcely any TO speak Of.
Nov in a fiat4footed scrub race [
could beat Bud Newton every day in
the year, but it is a whole lot different
with VIII Tom Pickens, which there
Amt a better man in the settlement than
him, Well, finally, at last put IN and
flggered the thing out in this way. If
Bud don't git nervous and run up the
white feather and jump the game 1
am a hot favOrite and bound to win.
But II he pulls out and leaves the field
to Will Tom and me, then the man and
the ceilin must meet and l will have
to be the man.
$50, consequentially, you cnh see at
oncst, Rufus, that the fnainest thing
with me was TO keep Bud Newton in the
race and hold out the votes which he
would bring up Eom the Flat Woods.
Bright and early the next mori1ih 1
saddled up and lit out for the Flat
Woods, and didn't let any grass grow
till / rid up to the Newton place and
called Bud out for private confabula-
ton. l then up and told him I was
thinl1in right serious about pullin out
of the race since it looked like the old
hen was bound to lay a Newton egg
before she quit the nest. 1 likewise
went on to tell him how my votes were
fallin out and flocl1ih to the Newton
column,
xviii Tom Pickens is like the labe
on bottle,' says to Bud-'all around
it but not in it any at all scarcely
and L would love to be your first deputy
in case the cards keep on runnin your
way
II spread it ON and piled it up in that
way, Rufus, till Bud was tickled most
to death and l knowed he would stay
in the race till the evenin of the last
day.
Next then on my return back homo
1 rid around through the hill country
and give out the news free and promis-
Gus that Bud Newton was at least thres
lengths ahead in the race and gain
ground at every jump, There is MANY
and many man in this great country,
Rufus, that would a whole lot rutheT
run with the biggest crowd and holler
for the winnin ticket, and what was
after over there in the hill country was
to start a grand rush and stampede
some Picken's votes into the Newton
column. In the main time didn't have
nothin else 10 do but TO pass the word |
around amongst my friends TO hold |
steady and stand still and wait for the |
cat to jump.
'And man, sir, the general machin-
cry worked as slick and smooth as You |
ever saw-never missed a lick nor |
jumped a cog. Bud Newton stayed in
the race. He held his own and got some
scatterin votes which / had stampeded |
put of the hill country and away from
VIII Tom Picl1ens. And then finally at |
last when the old cat punched her feet |
she jumped my way like shot out of
shovel"
Human nature is most in generally |
always human.
Mortal man, born of woman, is of few
lays and no teeth, but full of his tricks.
RUFUS SANDERS.