Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1911-11-22
We must take the half price that
they pay us, and pay full price for
that which we buy.
We can and we can't,
We could and we won't,
We are beat if we do
AID 1,. oro damned If we ont.

lanQ OIL IulS WoIiu' 1hio law 40 e's
true to-day as it was when our fore
fathers cleared away the under
brush and built their cabin homes
in the trackless woods. We have
hidden here in this southland a price
less inherent monopoly provided by
nature for no other people on the
face of Gods green earth. The
very soil upon which we stand is
capable, and ready to respond tc
the sacred call, ''Give us this day
our daily bread" And from the
same clod that gives food to the
hungry will clothe the back of the
naked.
The rose and the deadly night
shade will grow side by side on the
square foot. The corn, syrup and
hay, are harvested from the same
field.
The focks, herds and poultry
Craze side by side in the same
meadow.
Life is as sweet to us here as it is
to the kings of Europe. But
must remind you that cotton is
King, but the Liverpool and New
York gamblers and spectators
have taken his golden crown.
King Cotton in his six steel belts
over Manila jute robe, has in
creased his wonderful and indis
pensible progeny from two doz-bales
in the early years of the seventeenth
century, to l2, l6s,6s1, bales in
1910, and the end is not yet.
After clothing the vast numbers:
yea, the countless millions, we have
enough to spare to the Bird-mar
who with his cotton wings flies into
the aerial regions beyond the sight
of human eyes. With their cotton
sails the great ships of the seas
ride the waves of the briny deep.
In their cotton houses the armies OF
the world are sheltered from the
tempest, the ice, and snow. With
their cotton and rubber wheels, the
autoist spins oyer the hills and
across the plains. With cotton and
rubber tubing the engines, cars and
pullmans, are held fast to their iron
rails. With cotton hose the fire
fighters protect towns and cities
from destruction and ruin. With
cotton betting the machinery of the
world is set up to lightning speed.
changing the dormant to activity,
polishing the crude and rugged into
brightness. Through a cotton oil
diaphragm the human voice is sound.
ed to the utmost parts of the earth.
And with a diet of cotton oil the
human body is nourished and made
strong. And now my friends that
cotton is king is true, and that it is
q benefactor to the world of man
kind, except to the poor devils of us
who tug and toll Sla days in the
year to produce it. And at this
particular hour must tell you that
the scales of justice are far out OF
balance and the conditions are rap
idly going to the bad.
If the conditions here in the
South, with disaster staring US in
the face, were picked up and set
north of the Mason and Dixon line,
those northern people would have
fifteen cents for every pound of cot
ton in less than 80 days or know
the reason why. What are you 60
ing to do?Doyou propose to continue
to feed the ravenous masses of the
relentless bears and financial sharks
of the world by giving them the
moderate results of your labor at
half price. Do you, or can you,
feel justified in feeding the fires of
unscrupulous convictions thereby.in,
tensifying the havoc wrought. No!
in the name of our country and for
the sake of our homes and our low
ed ones, No! We will enthrone our
king around about our homely man
sions where he may breathe the pure
uncontaminated air, and bask in the
sunlight of high Heaven until his
whiteness will be blended with blue.
The storm clouds have gathered !
know, and if we are weaklings we
fall to rise no more. We must be
strong of nerve and dauntless of
heart and follow our colors to the
last ditch, for to the victors be,
long the spoils?"
A spirit of financial despotism If
deeply set, the spectacle is ghastly
monster, coiling it's dangerous ten
tacles about the neck of the com.
mon people. With the gaudy and
immoral influences of wealth on the
part of the rich, and with povertyand
its baleful effects on the part of the
poor, makes the scene between the
two classes, the most ghastly gorge
that the eyes of man ever saw.
And now let US turn our eyes
from the scene along the dark paths
of the busy world. And let our
ears catch a sonnet from the sweet
voice of the birds, and let our heart
bssk in the sunlight with a hope,
that the supreme Architect of the
Universe will il his righteous way
lowar the towering castles of the