Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1912-06-14

leadership Of the National Demo
crazy. / am going to Baltimore to
lock horns with VIM. j. Bryan and
don't care who knows it" lie don't
care who knows it? Neither do we
neither does anyone else-for Tom
has acted the fool such long time
tina. the public has grown used to it.
The inference is that he expects to
play the part of the little black dog
in the battle between the lion and
the unicorn.
This silly, cap-and- prattlc-
mcnt revives boyhood memory
which in this connection may sound
somewhat like fable, but which is
in truth fact of natural history.
We once owned very small bantam
rooster, with Il large red comb, that
had frog in his throat. Contrary to
the law which has ordained for his
breed vocal chords that emit sharp
and shrill staccato, this vain little
cock had a voice like that of hoarse
Brahma. His was not "shrill clar-
ion" but an "cchoing horn" Stand
ing tiptoe he could not stretch the
point of his bill more than six inches
skyward, yet his crow was ike the
explosion of small cannon. The
fog horn quality of his voice caused
such gravitatious whirling of the air
as to make it unsafe for him to perch
in tree-so he roasted on the
ground. One day we found him dead
in the barnyard-his torn comb stain
cd with cred of Il deeper dye, " ana
his fine feathers sadly mussed and
RULED. In his mad conceit, the little
fellow had imagined that the boom of
his throat was an indication of ability
to scrap and he had locked horns with
an Indian Game.
If this little story has any moral it
is that Tommy should roost mighty
low when he gets to Baltimore. And
this is not. as has been intimated, Il
fable invented for the occasion, but
the true story of a wooster that tried
to fight out of his class ard died ON Il
barnyard battlefield as a result of
vanity and over-confidence. He was
game but he was also a fool.
But it seems that Tom is not yet in
sight of Baltimore. News came the
other day that he had "locked horns
with Uncle Sam for having sent
through the mails obscene matter
relative to the Catholics. But if he
is not in jail, we trust that he will
be at the Baltimore Convention. His
snatching performance would doubt
less afford Il merry and highly salts
factory hour for the spectators. 1t
should be fine show if the Sergeant
alarms will clear the speakers
platform and let the overburdened ass
kick off his load of jealousy. For that
is the bane of his bosom; it has
crouched there like a nursing SERPENT
for many years.
The bald idiocy and egotism of his
boast is unthinkable. What would
Thomas do with "tbe leadership of
the National Democracy" if he were
to Snatch" it? At the beginning of
one of The recent campaigns, Col.
Watterson announced that he would
follow Bryan once if the way led to
iades. But the average Democrat is
not SO optimistic. The thought of
being led anywhere by Tom Watson
is provocative of laughter. His lead
ership would begin in fiasco and end
with spasm for he is nothing more
than train-chasing flee of politics
whose aspirations far transcend his
abilities. For several years he has
been swapping and snaring at the
heels of MIR. Bryan; and he has found
the irritant of silence so provoking
that his anger has eliminated in the
crazy threat herein contained. No,
will he be noticed at Baltimore, I'M
less he should become so pesky as e
make it necessary. A buck fly car
annoy an elephant. Small f.y do moi
shine on the floors of national conyen.
tions. There will be no locking of
horns, no clinching between Watson
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