Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1909-06-22
Johns Letter.

when zen. HANCOCK was Oemocratie
candidate for the presidency, you re-
member, he claimed that the tariff was a
local issue, and you also remember that
there was laughter all along the line of
his opposers. II the general Is in
position where he can look in on the
great American Congress, these days of
waste, and the spirit of laughter is upon
him, and not the spirit of sadness, now
is his time for laughter and for saying,
II told you so.' If it isn't local, it has
that look, and the selfishness injected
into it has the appearance of being uni
versal. Well, well, suppose that we
are all tarred by the same brush, more
or less. Ii may come to you as a bit OF
surprise that there are slight traces of it
in our line of descent. l suppose that
Mary" the owner of the little lamb,
would be proper glad to have its fleece
protected few cents worth. And l
suppose the fellow who buys it stands
pat for free wool, but for high duty on
the finished product. There is an un-
pleasant smell of tar right around in his
neighborhood.
Whoever aspires to build chicken
coop, or tack single over knot hole
in the old barn, signs for free lumber,
a sigh unheard and UNDECIDED at the
great "Smoke Talk" The poverty
stricken owners of vast tracts of the
good Gods evergreens clamor loud
lunged to be protected in their poverty
and their need. Men may come and
men may go, but the pOw-wow goes on
forever. The uncanny thing drags itself
along interminably, until the little peo-
pie are led to believe that greatness has
departed, and only the greatness of
greed is left as curse, and the shrunk
greatness is quick and prompt to
listen to the demands of greed.
A promise before election is null, and
the platform of parties are so honey
combed by political borers that they are
unreliable where the greatest weight
falls. Were we cast among the Hotten-
tots, and they made unfavorable com.
ments-and they would-on our way OF
doing things, we would be hard pushed
to maintain an able bodied defense of a
system that tightens its grip on all we
eat, drink, wear, hear, see, feel, smell
aud con ceive of. What part Of the "pro-
lection" the mighty millions can claim
is not within our province to know.
-. Z,
81 passed into the kitchen and 1t gives me pain
TO state
My wife had on wooden dress with card
marked only IS.
In shooting out guinea hen she made little
dive
And showed a pair of stockings with a card
marked IS.
The baby in his little bed was lying fast asleep,
l always held the little chap as most uncommon
cheap;
But when saw them cards ON pillow, blanket,
crib and sheet,
l felt lump rise in my throat. 1 knew that I
No matter where went struck them pesky
little signs,
The stove the plates, the knives. the forks, the
window. sash and blinds,
The scissors, needles, thread all bore that terri
BILE per cent.
Bgoshl didn't dare to ask what card was on
the rent.
That was the shortest meal ever eat In all my
life,
And as left the table in remarking to my wife
That was going TO the polls, she helped me
with my coat
And said: 4 reckon. John. needn't tell you
how to vote
1 walked down to my voting place, and It seem
ed like every yard
Was full of farming implements that bore little
card,
And seemed to say. from pl,w to spade, from
thresher down to AK,
Good morning, John, And don't forget the
tariff Is q tax
JOHN.