The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1908-09-01
HEARST AND THE
|ROQUOIS BRALES
Editor Says That He is Glad To
Resign From The
Club
AN ABUNDANCE OF SARCASM.
Falls Into a Humorous Vein at The
Expense of the DEM
ocratic Mule.

evening William hanuOlpn Hearst ad-
dressed the following communication
to the Iroquois Association in connec-
ton with the resignation from that
body of Democratic statemen:
August "a, 190S.-To the Iroquois
Association San Francisco, Cal.-Gen-
tlemen: l received yur letter with
both pleasure and surprise. l was
surprised to know that Mr.. BogarC
was sending 81 dues to your organ
ization, but pleased to learn of it, as
l am exceedingly ready to stop that.
1 was pleased and surprised, too, to
learn that the Iroquois Club was still
in existence, for thought that it had
| died the death and had been peacefully
buried along with the last remnants
of the defunct Democratic party of
California.
But since the Iroquois Club still in
a way exists, am glad to resign from
| it, and the situation suggested in your
letter seems sufficient reason for me.
you imply that am not Demo-
crat, and 1 strongly suspect that 1 am
not, according to the Democratic stand
ards of today. l worked hard for
the Democratic party at one timeD and
| contributed many thousands of 81
checks, and cheerfully suffered much
abuse and much injury for the Demo-
cratic party; but l believed in it then,
and l don't now
"You imply, furthermore, that you
are Democrats, and 1 cannot help
wondering what kind of Democrats
you think you are. Are you 1892
Democrats, or 1896 Democrats, or 1900
Democrats, or 1904 Democrats, or 1908
Democrats? Are you Cleveland Demo-
Gratis, believing in the tariff reform
that we didn't get, and the military
suppression of labor unions that we
did get? Are you Parker Democrats,
supporting the trusts if they contribute
and opposing them if they don't? Are
| you Bryan Democrats, believing in
| free silver sometimes and in Govern
ment ownership sometimes, and in the
| initiative and referendum sometimes?
| And if you are Bryan Democrats and
believe in Bryan platform that con-
| tains none of these things?
Dear friends and brothers of the
| Iroquois Club, you all remember how
the Democracy of free silver was
| taught you and how you got intensely
excited over it, and cheered for it and
marched for it, and then were informed
that free silver was not true Demo-
cracy after all, but that public owner
ship was Then you remember how
| you threw your hats in the air over
public ownership and worked up an
almost hysterical enthusiasm for it,
| and were informed that this wasn't
| true Democracy either, but that the
initiative and referendum were. Then
you came nobly to the front again and
affirmed undying devotion to the ever
lasting principles of the initiative and
referendum; but now you have plat
in which there is no public ownership,
in which there is no initiative or re-
ferendum, and tsill you are informed
by the old DR.. Gringle of Democracy
that 9nly that platform with the own
er's trademark pasted on the front and
the owners name blown in the bottle
is genuine Democracy, and that if you
don't subscribe to that you will be
read out of the Democratic party.
Friends and eX-brothers of the Iro-
quois Club, there is no Democratic
party; there is only a Bryan party, and
the followers of that party don't know
when they go to bed at night what
they will be called upon to believe
! when they wake up in the morning.
"Once there was a man who had an
old carving knife which he said had
been handed down to him from his
grandfather friend said to him, 1T
looks rather new. Haven't you ever
done anything with it?' And the man
said, oh, I've had the blade changed
once or twice and the handle renewed
couple of times, but otherwise it is
just the same knife my grandfather
had
"Mr. Bryan tells us that his variable
doctrines are the Democracy of our
fathers, but l say that both the blade
and the handle have been changed so
often that there is no recognizing the
original principles.
"Once again, there was a farmer
who had balky mule, and he couldn't
make the mule go. A stranger came
along and offered to help, and the
farmer told him to go right ahead The
stranger had a bottle of turpentine,
and he opened the mules mouth and
pushed back his head and poured about
half of the bottle into the mules
stomach. The mule gave one startled
gasp and struck out across the prairie
and was lost to sight. The surprised
farmer stood for a while immersed