The Rich Hill tribune. (Rich Hill, Mo.) 1903-1911, 1905-06-01

49, iN"ffN NAN WI
there amt fodder enough left to
make Cruel for sick g~rasshopper,
(Cheers and laugh,er)
Sir. these hungry brats keep tug.
ging q. the public pap. They say
"let down your milk, Lucky, or
youll have a split bag" DO thew
think they can stuff such buncombe
down our crawl No. sir, you
might as well Try to stuff butter in a
wild cat with a hot awl. (Con.
tinued l%augh,er.) The thing can't
be did. The public grindstone is a
great institution, sir-yes sir, a
great institution. One Of the great
est perhaps, that ever rose, reigned
or fell. But, sir, there is too much
cutlery ground. The thing won't
pay. Occasionally a big ak is
brought in to be fixed up ostensibly
for the purpose of hewing down the
gnarled trunks of error and clean
ing mp the brushwood of ignorance
and folly that obstruct the public
highway of progress. The machine
whirls; the AK is applied. The
lookers-on are enchanted with The
brilliant sparks elected. The tool
is polished; keenly edged; and,
while the public stare in gaping ex-
peetaney of seeing the road cleared,
the implement is slyly taken off to
improve the private acres of some
faithful friend of the people. What
is the RESULT The obstruction is
not removed. The people curse be-
cause the a lags-or. if it does
move, It's at the expense of a brok-
en- wheel and jaded and sore-back.
ed team. l tell you the thing wont
pay. The time will come when
the nasal promontories of these dis
interested will be put to the stone
instead OF their hardware( applause)
| am almighty afraid the machine
IS going to stop. The grease is
giving out laundering fast 1t is
beginning to cratk on its axis.
Gentleman. it is my private opinion
privately expressed, that all the
grit is pretty nearly worn off. Zap.
plause.)
MI. Speaker. you must excuse
me for my latitudimosity and cir.
eumlocutanness. Ny old blunder.
buss seaiters amazingly, bu, il any.
body gets pepPered, il amt my
fault il they are in the way. Sir,
these dandadieal appropriated,
mahogany-faeed gentry-what do
they know about freedomi About
as much, SIR, as a toad-frog does Of
high glory. DO they think they
can escape mel I'll follow them
through pandemonium and high
water CHEERS and laughter). These
are the ones that have got our liber-
~ pole off its perpendieularity.
It's they who would send the stars
and stnpes-that noble flag, the
blood OF our revolutionary fathers
emblemed in red. The purity of
the cause for which they died--de.
noted by the whits-the blue, the
freedom they attained, like the
azure air that wraps their native
hills and fingers on their lovely
(cheers). The high bird Of
sits perehed on the topmost
branch, but there is secession salt
on his glorious tail. / tear he will
no more spread his noble pinions to
soar beyond the azure sheltering
wing to plume a shaft to pierce his
noble breast, OF what is the same,
make a secession ordinance fan.
plause). Alas. poor bird, IT they
iriye you away from the branches
the hemloek OF the North and of
he palmetto Of the South, come
to the gum tree Of the west
md we will protect your birdshlp, I
Vhile water grows and grass runs
immense applause). Mr.. Speak. !
r, subside for the present. /,
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