The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-07-11
ErIsTLEs. TO. ST.. PAUL.

Young-Man-W -Crick-in-TIis Back,
the valedictorian of the Carlisle Indian
school commencement, came forward and
was presented to the audience by one Of
the faculty. He said:
MY friends, l do not propose to ex-
cite hostilities by advancing the propo-
s1tion that we stand on the threshold of
HE: L leave that to the pale-faced grad
uate OF more athletic curriculum Those
who have come, with dead cats prepared
for the expressRpuTpose of bombardment
need no longer hesitate to toss them out
OF the window. Their services will not be
required In adj that / have to say
shall he distinctly original, yes, aborigi-
nal. We stand today on the single of a
wide and shorelesst seattle great I'M
charted sea of eternity. How's that?
My friends and classmates, I come
from town Of 300 Souls and eighteen real
estate agents. On my return my kinsmen
Will stroll out of the tepee to greet their
brother and ask him where he got that
hat The dusky daughter of Bay-Horse-
W1th-the-Glanders will don her pink shirt
waist and press to my lips a tomato can
OF dog soup. There will be peace, my
friends, and harmony, and trust, and fes-
tlV1ty and a game of draw poker in the
evening on my return to the lodge on the
reservation-when the sentinel stars set
their watch in the sky and the coyote
sounds his G in the cleaning.
TO the palefaces in the rear of the
auditorium let me say a few words. We
are about to drift asunder, to meet per-
haps never more this side of the Big
Muddy. All that the red man is today
he owes to the paleface-and is still
drawing government rations. We have
been so beneVOlently assimilated that one
measly government agent can round up
and herd a whole Indian reservation.
With US half tumbler of kerosene and
dash of painkiller makes g. cocktail
True, we do not move in golf circles,
but the American citizen does not hesi-
tate to rubberneck when we promenade
the streets. The paleface lobster gives
us a bottle of whisky-with string tied
to it. And the string reaches to the
| federal court room, where we lie around
for a couple of weeks while the wit
nesses are cashing in their pay vouchers.
Then we walk home in a snow storm
and steal axle grease for a grubstake.
MY friends, the paleface has given US
the advantage of educational privileges,
but, somehow, we are not trOtting in
his class. Once properly annexed, the
Filipino can come over here and vote for
the great chief but we, whose ances-
tors have lived in the land for thousands
Of years and mingled their bones with
the titanotherium robustum of the Juras-
sic age, why we are not permitted to
| vote LOE IOdu supervisor. w e can I'LL our
heads with Greek roots, geometrical ra-
tios and Dago idioms, but when it comes
to American citizenship, why they won't
even let us payitaXeS.
THE sun of the red man is setting in
the West. Soon will his copper-colored
tribes be benevolently assimilated by the
copper trust and he will be extinct You
may fill him with English grammar and
calisthenlcs, but he will still shy at a bar
of soap. You may put him into bicycle
suit and tan shoes, but he will continue to
yearn in his soul for planked muskrat
and Jamaica ginger His days are num-
bered, and he isnup against the real
thing. For few lshort years he may
pow-wow with the smooth government
commissioner and kick in his government
socks. But he is fading away, and you
can all see his finish. 1 have spoken.
You can now buy your tickets for the
| concert in the main tent