Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1906-08-29
BOB TAYLOR ON POLITICS.


who wins at the primary earns his
honors, and may the Lord have
mercy on the man who loses. And |
yet it cannot be questioned that
often the man who wins is the
loser, and the loser is often the
winner. The winner ought to be
a good Samaritan and the loser
ought to keep his lips closed. TT
is hard for the man who triumphs
to repress exultation; it is difficult
for the vanquished to conceal his
wounds. The victor alone is worthy
of praise who knows how to be
generous. The defeated alone de-
serves sympathy, who knows how
to suffer in silence. This is true
not only in war but in politics.
Grant never boosted his achieve
ments; Lee never paraded his
sorrows; Mckinley received his
honors without Boosting; Bryan
accepted his defeats without com
planning. It takes more courage
to survive the wounds of defeat
than to gracefully wear the crown
of conqueror.
The philosopher in politics ac-
cepts defeat as the old man &C
cepted the situation when he was
expelled from the ballroom.
He had too much of the ooh,
be joyful" aboard and as he stag
gered down the street he heard the
sound of revelry in the ballroom
above; he found his way up the
stairs and saw the young folks
wheeling and whirling in the
mazes of the misty dance. The
old man got excited and tried to
get partner, and when the ladies
all refused, he pulled off his hat
and went galloping around the
ballroom alone until he galloped
into the arms of a couple of strong
men who ushered him to the top
of the stairs and gave him a push
and kick and he went revolving
like hoop down to the street be-
low. But "truth crushed to the
earth will rise again." Herose and
stood with his back against a
lamp post and looking up into the
faces that were gazing down, said:
Gentlemen, you may be able to
fool some folks but you can't fool
me. [ know why you kicked me
down them stairs; you don't want
me up there; that's the reason!"
A gentleman asked an old politi-
clan in a recent heated campaign
how he was running. "Well sir"
the old politician said, ~ will tell
you a story to Illustrate how I am
running. An old Texan was tel
ling the preacher in his town of
his narrow escape from death in a
cyclone. He said the cyclone
caught him up in the field where
he was blowing and whirled him
far up into the air and he was
accompanied by trees and houses
and planks and cattle and mules
sometimes they whirled by him
and some time he whirled by them,
but the cyclone let him down a
mile away into another field I'M
scathed and without a scratch up
on him. The old preacher looked
solemn and said: "Now, John,
you are a sinner, but don't you be-
lieve the Lord was with you in
that cyclone?" III don't know
whether he was or not" said John,
but if he was with me he was a
goin' some"
Many reason are given by men
for entering the field of politics,
but it is quite probable that the
main reason which actuates them
all is contained in the story of the
doctor and the baby.
A society lady who had been
away from home all day, neglect
ing her baby, sent for the old doc
tor to come and see what was the
matter with it. 1t was feebly cry
ing and looked pale and sick. The
old doctor took it in his arms. It
Immediately began to root around
in his bosom with open mouth, and
the old doctor solemnIy handed it
back to it's mother and said: "I
am sorry to tell you, madam, can
do nothing for the child" The
lady began to weep and plead with
the doctor to save it. But the
doctor shook his head solemnly
and said: ~ repeat madam, I can
do nothing for the child-it is
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