Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1916-10-02
Travelling Mans Criticism Hits Mark;
Failures of Demos Not to Be Hidden

not really provide an eight-hour day,
but was merely an attempt to raise
wages. He added, however, that the
farmers had always had their eight
hour day. That is, he said, they have
had eight hours in the forenoon and
eight hours in the afternoon of each
day. The farmers realize that they
have been neglected by the demo-
cratic administration, because the
administration knew that the war
would keep prices up and prevent
muc -fiof the calamity cry from 60
ing up until the war, and that in the
meantime the democratic party would
be in power for another four years
They are going to fool the democrats
on this. If my observation is &C.
curate there is among the farmers
much dissatisfaction with the man.
ner in which the last congress has APP
propriated 100000 to do the drain
age district work of southern states
which Nebraskans have to do at their
own expense. They are not at all
pleased with the Underwood tariff
measure, which protects the products
of southern farms and leaves the pro.
ducts OF the Nebraska farm unpro-
tected. Tehy are thinking about the
sectional character OF the acts OF the
last administration. They say the
acts OF the democratic party have al.
ways been sectional rather than ma.
tional since the birth of America, and
in that connection, it strikes me that
the same reasons obtain for being a
republican today that obtained in the
time of Washington, when the union
was being made, or III the time OF
Lincoln, when it was being saved
for there is at the present time I'M
der democratic control tendency on
the part of the union to disintegrate
because Of the surrender of the con-
troll of the government to the men
of the south now in congress.
Some time ago we were campaign
ing out in the jack rabbit country in
the western part Of the state; where
because OF the long jumps and the
numerous speeches for which Mr..
Kennedy was scheduled it was neceS
sary to do much driving at night. One
night, out driver, Frank McHenry, a
skilled auto pilot of the plains, was
driving us along at a fancy clip, and
it was then the rabbit came. He was
a jack rabbit, too, and big one, and
he resembled strikingly, a diminutive
jackass. When | first observed him
it occurred to me how well he symbol
lied Nebraska democracy in nina
ture.
Without warning he sprang from
the roadside into the blazing white
path OF our headlights, and leaping
and gamboling along ahead of our
speeding car he seemed to defy US to
overtake or pass him. McHenry
honked his acceptance OF the chal-
lenge and pressed the accelerator.
The race was on.
For several miles we sped along,
and, believe me, that rabbit ran like
democrat, that Is he was obliged
to bring his hind legs forward first
on one side and then on the other as
it was impossible for him to bring
them directly under him. This alter.
nation of legs made him roll like a
ship in storm. From my position in
the front seat with the driver, | en-
joyed the race for some minutes, but
] marveled that rabbit would dare
race with so modern a continuance as
an automobile. / glanced at the
speedometer and discovered that we
were making fifty miles an hour. This
was too good not to share, so turned
and called, "Oh, Mr.. Kennedy as
| wished him to see the race. But as
! spoke our rival in the road turned
back his long Hopping ears, and half
turned his head in alarm at the sound
of the name, Kennedy" Instantly
his speed slackened, his spirit fell, and
encouragement displayed in his every
part. Hopelessly he sprang from the
road and into the shrubbcry near the
fance. That was rabbit OF consid-
cradle discernment, and although he
had indeed run a good race, he real
ICED the futility OF running against
Jhon L. Kennedy.