Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-07-28
SLAUGHTERED BY BLYTHE.
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After three days of wire pulling at
Des Moines, Hon James E. Blythe
of Mason City, Iowa, succeeded In de-
feating his home candidate for COM
mitteeman, Mr.. George w. Rowland,
and electing Mr.. r. O. Woodward, OF
Fayette county. OF course an act OF
this kind will neither discredit nor
weaken Mr. Blythe with the repub-
licans of Cerro Gordo county, for he
has long since passed the point where
either is possible. Realizing that he
had everything to gain over the dis
trict and nothing to lose at home, Mr..
Blythe made the fight and defeated
the man the republicans of Cerro Cor
do had endorsed for official position.
Made the fight as only Blythe can
fight and won by such tactics as only
a Blythe can employ. This is the
man the republicans of the county has
repeatedly honored in the past, and
with the setting Of his own political
sun continues the rule or ruin policy
that has dominated his political ca
reer. Discredited and repudiated at
home, Mr.. Blythe seeks revenge upon
the republican party OF Cerro Gordo
county by a premeditated noon-day
political ASA ssination of the man
honored by a unanimous endorsement
Of the party in recent convention as
sembled The republican party and
George w. Rowland can more easily
survive such political course than
can Mr. Blythe and the handful OF COR
poration healers that still remain 10y
al to the fallen banner of the once
known gray eyed man of destiny.
| There is a tomorrow, and still tomor-
row, and the element of the party OPP
posed to bossism and corporation rule,
or Blytheism and all it implies in Iowa
politics, is neither disheartened nor
panic stricken and will be found with
properly adjusted armour ready for
the next conflict.
THE HOMESTEAD BUBBLE.
IElk Point, S. D.. Leader.l
Like a whiff of smoke from an old
settlers pipe the Bonesteel bubble Will
float and curl before the eager vision
and then yanish--a ray Of fog. A PAL
ace cannot be erected on straw foun-
da tions; the tale of the man who build
ed his house on the shifting sands IS
the story of the Rosebud. When the
registration ends, when the mob tiees,
when the few have been called and
the MANY draw their blanks, the magic
land will seem far away. It's folilnS
meadows, it's luxuriant grasses, us
virgin wales and gold sparkling streams
will grow misty and indistinct. Inc
| farmers. the bankers, the school ma :
ans and cutthroats who pushed along
the ropes and crucified each other $
corns will go back to their old haunts
| and their ancient loves. Harvest VIII
| sweat out some of the burning fevst
and stacking and husking Will take
| the rest The business man VIII cup
his temnle in his fingers and answer
.nhones as of yore. The school ma am
will return to her swarm. Inc roses
of Rosebud will wither and the SHOWS
as of old will once more mantle her
rnagea bluffs. The $500 cabins ana
! a handful Of mushroom metropohses,
| tho slender streaks of breaking, the
| straw cattle cotes will dot the red
mans erstwhile possession and the
| wallows OF the noble bison. Time fav-
ors sanity. Frost cures fever. some
! dav along the streets OF Bonesteel ana
| Fairfax and Echo the trolley cars VIII
attic and boom. and the fashionable
world crowd and giggle, but not to-
morrow or next year. The brownstone
fronts will look well amidst the bunch
| grass. the homes of the elite on the
| Prospect hills will not reflect the
| sparkling wealth of st. Elmo st. Ei-
mo, Saint in sooth! Who but gem
| JUS of the infinite west could pin a