Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1902-09-11
PUT UP OR SHUT UP.

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In this old world there are divers
kinds, conditions and classes of rob
bers, ranging from the professional
railway wrecker and Wall Street
stock speculator-who knows the gentle
art of selling by short and buying by
long yard by the simple expedient of
juggling the measure of value-down
to the criminal 1ibeler and political
renegade. BY shutting the eyes and
drawing upon the imagination it is al
most possible to sometimes muster up
faint adumbration of respect for those
whose superior mental ability of the
vulpine kind enables them to despoil
the common people and avoid the bars
and stripes of a states prison, for
genius of every kind seems to gild in
fanny itself with sort of an Internal
glory, intoxicating the 'sti1l small
voice" and causing us to worship at
its shrine whether we will or no. The
great white light which beats upon the
brows of earth's famous sons has a ten
dency to make us forget their faults.
Hypnotized by the splendour of their
genius, doped with the ''knock-out
drops of their words, who cares nova
days that Shakespeare was a poacher,
Horace parasite, Caesar tyrant,
Byron king among the women of the
"half-world'' and Demosthenes a cow
ard, who dropped his shield and fled
from the foe. Stunned by the thunder
bolts of Junius we forget that they were
dealt from the hand of an assassin
rather than in honorable fight. Dream
ing in the philosophy of Lord Bacon
lulled by the music of the spheres and
deep calling unto deep-who remem-
bers nowadays that he was "the mean
est of mankind.' Entranced by the
siren songs of Mark Hanna who would
''rather bring about peace between
capital and labor than be president of
the u. S., who recalls his career of
blood and tears in the coal fields of
Spring Valley, Illinois, ten years ago;
of the then dead-bea ship buyer who
was denounced by J. Il. Sovereign, the
Master Workman of the Knights Of
Labor and now editor of the Idaho
State Tribune as .'the industrial can
nibal." The Lucifer of Milton who
would rather be sovereign in hell
than slave in heaven appears almost
respectable sometimes. A man in any
walk of life from John ID. Rockefeller
to country editor in Montana town,
If he possess one ounce of ability and
the world thinks him a man of princi-
pal may be guilty of almost any Of
Tense in the calendar of crime and be
forgiven. But for the political rene
gade and professional character assas-
sin, the man who allies himself with
one party one year and the opposite
party the next year, who goes from one
place to another OBTAINING one political
party today and associating with the
enemy tomorrow simply for the few
plugged dimes there are IN sight, there
is never pardon. Once convicted of
this pusillanimity he becomes despis-
ed outcast, pitiful pariah. The pub
TIC may discover that this man is a
drunkard or homicide, an ignoramus
or roue and continue its alteration
and respect, but once convinced that he
Is devo id of principle it turns from him
with contempt. That is why ira cole
printed the following in last weeks
Times:
Yet two years ago Mary Mac
Lane claimed to be a republican,,
year ago he was Henze repub-
lican, and now he is a democrat.
The Times editor knows full we'll