Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1910-10-21

| fhat1 Facts is facts, and history IS
history. Bosses sis bosses, and the
people are sheep. Is shepherd in
the herding business for his health
and to amuse and el'vate the sheep?
Not he. He's in the game for the
money he can get out Of shearing and
occasional butchering. So am l. My
own pocket first, last and always. II
1t wasn't me it'd be another shepherd
And maybe one that'd make the sheep
sweat worse'n do"
Gives lips parted in protest. but
Caleb waved him to silence.
"You were going to say some wise
thing about the peoples involata
rights. eh? We've all got inviolate
rights But If we leave 'em laying
around loose and don't stand up for
'em, we can't expect much pity when
someone else cops 'em away from us
II try to turn you out of your house,
you've got right to prevent me. And
you would. If you sat by and let me
do 1t, you deserve what you got. II
try to turn the people out Of their
rights in the Legislature and they
stand for 1t, who's got kick coming?
Once in a blue moon some man whose
brains have all run to lungs-nothing
personal-gets up and shouts to the
people that they're being conned
Sometimes-not this time. mind you
they believe it, and they throw over
the Machine and elect bunch of
hot oo
much about practical politics as a
corn-fed dodo bird knows about the
ology. What happens? The city and
the State are run in way that'd make
schoolboy cry. At the end of one
single administration there's a record
Of incompetence and messed-up official
affairs that takes century to
straighten out. The police have been
made so pure they won't let ice and
milk be sold for sick babies on Sun
days, but they haven't time to keep
folks from being sandbagged in open
daylight. The Building Department
Commissioners are so incorruptible
they don't know brick from lump
Of prltty. And the contractors eat up
chunks of overpay for rotten work.
And SO in every branch of govern
ment. The people get wise to all this,
| and they decide It's better to be bled
| by professionals and to get at least
part of their moneys worth in decent
service than 1t Is to be bled just as
heavy by pack of measly amachoors
and get no service at all So back
they come to the Boss. begging him
| to get on the job again. Which he
does, being a selfsacrificing sort of a
cuss. and glad to help the plain
| people, Likewise himself"
"The administration you describe
is the result of fanaticism. not real re-
| form. It"
From where sit. the difference be.
| tween the two amt so great as to
| show to the undressed eye. You
speak Of lawyers and country editors
| being bought by my passes. Is there
| any law making 'em accept those
passes II they don't want 'em? Could
| I buy ONE of those men II he wasn't
for sale? There's just one thing more
and then your little lesson'll be over
| and you can run home. All through
this delightful little reunion you've
| kind Of took the 'holier-than-thou' tone
that's such a pleasing trait Of you re-
formers when you're dealing with
mere sane folks. Now, the best thing
you can do is to take that fool idea
out for a walk and lose 1t, for you not
only amt any better than me, but
| amt half the man, and never will be
half the man I am. You were born
with a gold spoon in your mouth. The
spoon was pulled out after you grew
up, but not till you had your education
and your profession. What did you do?
You'd had the best advantages money
could buy you. And for all that, the
most you could rise to was measly
everyday law practice. That's all the
dividends the tens Of thousands OF
dollars invested In your future were
ever able to declare, or ever will be
able to. started life dead broke.
No education, no pull. no cash. no
prospects, l don't know just how rich
l am to-day. but no ones going to call
you a liar II you put 1t at forty mill
ions. And I'm bossing bigger territory
| -duu DOSoIu6 Win PoWcl
half the so-called high and mighty
kings of Yurrup. Now. s'pose you'd
started where l did? Where'd you be
to-day? You'd be the honest young
brakeman on the branch road or at
best you'd be our genial and rising
young feller-townsman. the second
deputy assistant passenger agent of
the c. G. & X. That's where you'd be.
And you know It, Had you the brains
or the sand to get where I am? Not
you. Any more than one of those
patent leather 'ristocrats in France
had the genius to win out the Napol-
con job. You're where you started.
I've kept on rising. And I'll rise to
the White House before I'm done
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