West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1904-12-01


In my varied and eventful career
as a journalist have never been up
against such a stupendous PROPOSE
ton as the present one. In a mo
ment of joyfulness 1 was indiscreet
enough to wager bet with Deacon
Brown that Teddy would carry
Texas. Now that the Deacon is
feeling pretty sore politically
he exacts the last pound of flesh
from me. append his epistle to
me which speaks for itself:
ARGUS OFFICE. Nov. 70 1904
To The Rambler, City.
Dear SIr:-The late unpleasant
ness which have just past through
has placed me in anything but a
happy frame of mind. | have lust
discovered that within the Banner
county of Republicanism there
dwells the most colossal political
prevaricators since the death of An.
nanias. l speak advisedly on this
subject. For the past six years the
Republicans of Preston have been
telling me that they would defeat
Aston Gordon Dayton for Con.
gress. l have been fool enough to
believe them. cannot stand their
lying any longer and l want to know
who is responsible for such uncalled
for Misrepresentation. 1t shall be
your duty 10 go forth and find out
the names of the Republicans who
have been making me these promi
SEES for the past six years and failing
to deliver the goods. / want to
roast them and expose them TO the
world, | want to do it before my
mad spell wears off. If l wait un
til | regain my normal political
condition cannot do them Justice.
The heat and fever is now on and
want the names that l may burn the
brand on them. They have made
their last promise to me. have
slept but two hours since the cleo
ton and must have revenge to ease
any conscience that 1 may lapse in
to that sleep that know no politics.
Yours for revenge,
DEACON BROWN"
have been soldier in my time
and l have been war correspond
ent for a great many years, but
when / received the above missive
from the Deacon l felt like sailing
for Port Arthur at once. | felt that
was one OF the many who mad
been fooling the Deacon. used
the strongest language l could com
mand in telling that eve were go
ing to defeat Dayton this time"
but somehow on the morning of
the election 1 would forget the Dea
con and my language and vote for
Dayton. There is something mag
netic about the Barbour county
statesman that compels us to grab
his coat tail on election day. 1
find it very difficult to let loose
once grab his Prince Albert. I
cling to them until the polls close
and then fly to the curbstone and
cut loose on the Congressman and
declare for 72o days that | will
never vote for him again. The
73oth day always finds me mixed up
in his coat-tails But this explana
ton would never satisfy the Dea
con. He Is thirsty for gore
and have no gore to spare
as | am promised front seat in the
pie wagon when it reaches Preston.
That is the only thing worth
living for since the election is over.
OF course the Deacon is not living
in anticipation of PIE wagon pass
ing his door during the Goth cen
fury and he is not worrying about
such Republican gewgews am,
and could name a great many
others who are, but The ARGUS has
not the space to enumerate them.
There was nothing left me to do
but go and hunt up some OF the Re-
publicans who had promised to de-
feat Dayton and see II they we're
suffering from the Dayton coat tail
malady like myself, So I dropped
into the spacious and commodious
office Of Boss James Wallapedem
Flynn. He is the one man whom
bow to and salute IL / have to run
across the street and call his atten-
ton to IT, do not mean to say
that the Boss is pompous, like
Booker Washington says the niggers
are since Teddy has been elected,
but have observed that a recogni.
ton Of his superiority in the distri.
button Of the pies bursts a few but
tons on his vest when you bow and
salute.
"Your Boss ship" said, "would
you kindly read this letter from
Deacon Brown Probably you can
throw little light on the subject
which will enable the Deacon to
secure the nap he is seeking. take