The daily sentinel., 1910-01-11
WHAT Ais MESA COUNTY?
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Last Saturday we had the pleasure
of re-yisiting the city of Grand juno
ton. Our last previous visit was on
summer day, a little over four years
ago. when we got the idea into our
noodle that we wanted to annex one
of Uncle Sans Uintah quarter sec
tions. Later we discovered that we
had wrong hunch.
Although there but short time on
this trip, We could see, without
straining our eyesight to any notice
able extent that Grand junction had
made n wonderful advancement in
dustrially and in population and i'm
proyements in the past four years
While Grand Junction and Mesa
county generally has advanced in
dustrially, we are sorry to notice that
politically the whole country down
there has decidedly retrograded. The
people of Mesa county appear to have
become inoculated with the virus of
socialism, anarchism and all the 9TH
er new-fangled isms that clientless
lawyers and discredited politicians
have used as means to living with
out working. And Grand Junction
seems to have the disease and have il
bad. In other words, the vaccination
took in her case in all its detestable
strength.
In our brief visit we failed to see
the main socialistic squeeZe-one
Bucklin, who sat at the bare feet OF
the notorious Sockless Jerry Simpson
of Kansas, who was tickled by the vo-
luptuous beard of PETER, of Kansas
populistic senatorial fame, and who
was wet-nursed by Mary Yellin'
Lease, also of Bleeding Kansas, and
his system absorbed isms like a
sponge in the rain. Bare-footed Jer-
ry was the fellow who tried to bank
rupt the hosiery trust by refusing to
wear its goods. He it is who was
yanked (not like Cincinnatus of yore,
from the plow.) from the whitfield
dry goods box to run for congress,
and who immortalized himself and
added to the gaiety of the comic op-
era campaign by exclaiming,
Wouldn't 1t be hell If was elect
ed?" He was elected, and It was
"hell." thereby proving that Jerry
was dead wise to his own limitations
as to brains and his ability to start
forces that We're hellish in their eff
fects.
Then there was PETER, over whose
shoulders the senatorial toga of the
loosely, not touching anywhere. But
PETER had whiskers. and in those
good old populistic days whiskers was
the badge of the soil, and the bewhis-
kered farmer reluctantlyCD admitted
that he was the only honest citizen
of the United States.
Last, but by no manner of means
least, came the famous Mary Yellin'.
If you people who are always hunt
ing trouble had lived in Kansas con-
temporaneous with Mary Yellin', you
would run every time you saw a die
tionary. 1t was Mary Yellin', you
know, who charged across the ros-
trum like a Gagged lion 1--WE use the
male term advisedly) and lambasted
her granger audience with the de-
mand that they raise more hell and
less corn!" Well, they followed her
advice, and for number of years
they worked overtime raising hell
and no time at all for raising corn.
He'll was out for recess and no pitch
hot; and the crows found nothing
but weeds on their yearly trips to the
corn fields.
Finally, however, the farmers re-
turned to lucid state of mind and
the conclusion that Mary Yeilin' was
a false alarm. and they quit follow
ing her as their bell-wether. They
found out. at the expense of their
pocketbooks and the credit of their
state, that, owing to an overstocked
market, there was no demand for he'll
SO they went back to raising corn
and voting the republican ticket
They tried to live it down-the time
that they went astray after false pro-
UlptS-anl forgot the SimDSnns thp
PETERS and the Mary Yellin's as they
would a bad taste in the mouth in the
cold gray dawn of the morning af-
ter"
This man Bucklin seems to be Il
combination, or composite reincarna-
tion, of the Simpsons and PETERS and
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