Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1896-10-15

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Why don't they give the man his
notes7 Why are these s11s, 600 worth OF
paper slips so put to sleep in the vaults
of the syndicate? Is it for Mckinley s
good or Hanna good that this debt OF
S118, 600 is thus maintained, living,
breathing thing of law? Is a country tc
be better served while syndicate holds
such gun and a president is such a
target?
There has been much to say of Bryan s
youth. 1t had been better if Mckinley
were as young.
His superiority of years has only
served to put his hand in the lion S
mouth of Hanna and make him the
| chattel of a money huddle, of which
Hanna, is director. Bryan is at least
| free. And public might better and
more wisely go with its interests to a
free man, however young, than intrus'
its destinies to captive, however old.
HANNA, THE DICTATOR.
| Let US bend to the lesson of Hanna.
| There is but one Allah and NOLAN
med is his prophet; but one syndicate,
and Hanna is its dictator. Who. there
fore, is Hanna?
One glance at him betrays his sort.
There is violence in his coarse, rudy
face. There is avarice in his weazel eye,
money herceness. just as one reads
the lust of blood in the lambert ferocity
| that glows in the eye of ferret. He is
gross man, and runs to flesh like a
draught horse.
Standing 5 feet inches high, Hanna
weighs 24O pounds. From the size of
his collar and the size of his hat one
might conclude that Hanna was perhaps
the man ordinary. This would be griev-
Gus error. He has force; he has brains
he has persistency that never falters,
nerves that never finch.
Hanna has courage of the sort that goes
with cruelty. He was born for tyranny,
for rapacity and with money appetite
that is bass-like in its voracity.
Hanna is an egotist and is never to
think, never to suffer for others. This
| shone forth a ray of brilliant selfshness
in the war-wrung Cos. Hanna was o
| when the war broke out, and without
wife or child to win him to his home.
Did he go? He never thought of it, and
others might march southwark and waste
their blood and health, and lay their
final bones on southern battlefelds.
They were the fools of the world to men
of the Hanna kind of wisdom. He knew
better than battle; he would stay behind
and be rich. While others did his fight
ing Hanna, in a safe place, piled up
dollars for himself. Yet Hanna has
courage; he did not fail the war for lack
of heart. He preferred peace and an
easy plenty because he loves himself
much and the public little. 1t is not
able fact that men capable of being mil
lionaires, whether the millions are gotten
or still to get, go seldom or never to war.
The Vanderbilts, the Astors, the Goulds,
the Russell Sages, and Mark Hannas,
have no military titles; no battle rec
ords live in the annals of their homes.
HIS WAR ON LABOR.
Above it was said that this is written
to workingmen. It is. There are those
who labor with their hands and who win
their bread with the sweat in their eyes
who do not know Hanna. There are
others of this back-bent, toil-bitten de-
scription who know him sadly enough.
In the starved coal fields of Spring Val
ley they know him. In the Michigan
mines, in every half-paid forecastle of the
great lakes, in the coal holes of Ohio
and Pennsylvania, wherever coal is dug
and iron nodded and oil is pumped on
the street car lines of Cleveland in all
these places. and many dark corner
besides, where labor is robbed, they
know Mark Hanna.