The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1897-11-03
Bob Taylor on New York.

Day, October 18th, is good reading
outside Of Tennessee. Since the ES-
position opened, Governor Taylor has
made on an average about three vel
coming addresses week. he never
repeats himself, and his resources
never fail. OF eloquence, wit, humor
and pathos the Governor seems to
have an inezhaustible "original pack
age" We give an extract from the
New York Day address:
Mr.. President, Ladies and Gentle
men-New York is the Empire State
of the Union. She is the heavy end
of North America she is the great
throbbing heart Of the Republic, and
every time she throbs the life current
Of the nation flows back and forth
through the arteries of commerce and
trade. She is the mighty whale OF
the Western hemisphere which sWal-
lows all the Jonahs who come within
her reach. She is the stupendous
COLOSSUS Of the world, leading its
thought and straddling its politics.
The city Of New York is perpetual
exposition. of the triumphs Of thought
and industry, and one Of he: grandest
.oducts is men. She is the paradise
of millionaires and enjoys consider
able sprinkliug Of poor folks.
New York snot only greatin wealth,
great in population, great in all the
elements Of modern civilization, but
! she is great in the knowledge Of where
the green pastures lie. Her relations
with the South remind me Of an old
story which has been often told. Two
darkies sat on the bank Of a river fish
ing. One was an old darkey, the
other was d boy. The boy got q nibble,
his foot slipped, and he fell headlong
in the surging waters. The old darkey
hesitated moment, and then plunged
in after the drowning boy. There was
a terrific struggle, but finally the old
man succeeded in landing his half
drowned charge. A passerby, who
witnessed the scene, ran up and patted
Uncle Rastus on the back and said !:
sold man, that was a ncble deed in
you to risk your life in that way to
save the life Of that trihing boy"
eyes, boss said Uncle Rastus, l
was bleeged to save that niger, he
had all the bait in his pocket" " New
York was the old man, the South is
the boy.
Nevertheless welove theold brother,
! and we open our hearts and our bottles
to the distinguished Lieutenant-Gov-
ernor and every son of that proud
commonwealth.
Mr.. Chairman, it is believed by
many Of our brethen Of the North that
our people here in the South are not
as vigorous as We should be, that we
lack the snap and push, necessary for
the quick and permanent growth and
development Of our country. But
they forget that we can raise three
crops Of potatoes in our soilin a single
season, that our cotton grows without
much persuasion, that we c" fatten
our hogs on acorns, and pasture our
cattle the year round. They forget
that our persimmon trees yield. tons of
persimmons per annum, and that our
possums hang like sugar plums OF
glory hallelujah from the bending
limbs of the aforesaid and the same.
They forget that we can labor half the
time and rest the other half and live
better and happier than any other
people on the face of the earth.
7 think if we could get our New
York friends,to see the point and fur,
nish the money to develop Us, we
could soon pay the expenses Of the
whole government, feed and clothe
the entire United States, have money
left to throw at the birds and rest al.
the time.
There is one branch Of business in
which we are as vigorous as our North
ern brethren, and that is politics
Our annual CROP Of politicians is equal
to the crop Of cotton bales, not IN
weight, but in numbers. Now and
then we are blessed with statesman
but many are called, while few are
chosen. We produce more majors
and colonels in times Of peace than
any other country in the world, and
sometimes we raise little of that
sulphurous article which begins with
an h and ends with al ell.
But, Mr.. Chairman, whatever the
differences between the North and the
South may be in climate, in wealth
in conditions and environments, We