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Farmers! Fight Shy of the
Chambers of Commerce. *
JUDGE BEN LINDSEY, of Denver, Colo-
J rado, has made a national reputation as the
friend of the under dog.
His special work has been the redemption
of the neglected boys of the great city.
But. more than this, he has fought the rot
ten politician, the ravenous grafter, the
prostitute newspaper, the corrupt official, the
dollar-crazy corporation.
These are the curses of our American sys
tem; and we must learn how to deal with
them, or our civilization will perish.
The other day Judge Ben Lindsey left his
work in Denver to go to New York and to
Washington City, for the purpose of appeal
ing to the President of the United States, and
to that lovable Christian, John D. Rockefel
ler.
In Colorado, there has been civil war
between the laboring men, and the Detective
Agencies—the hired thugs, thieves and
murderers of the latter being dressed up as
militiamen.
These Detective Agencies not only caused
unarmed miners to be beaten and kicked
about like dogs, but caused them to be shot
down like wild beasts. These hirelings of the
Detective Agencies not only murdered work
men for standing out for tolerable pay and
treatment, but turned a machine gun on the
women and children.
They wantonly and delivishly set fire to
the tents in which the miners were living, and
caused (he horrible death of two mothers and
eleven children by fire and suffocation!
Has Huerta of Mexico done anything to us,
like that?
Did the Cossacks of the Russian despot ever
do anything, as bad as that?
Have the red savages of the plains, driven
to madness by the white man’s mean whiskey,
and the white man’s provocations, ever
wreaked a more diabolical vegeance upon
helpless women and children?
Judge Ben Lindsey starts East to tell us
the tale of this awful episode of corporation
crime, and Detective Agency arson-murder.
“Mother Jones” bad tried to tell it, and her
fearful story fell on deaf ears.
When it became known that so prominent
and forceful a man as Judge Lindsey had
determined to speak a word in behalf of the
victims of corporation crime, what organiza
tion was it that took upon itself the task of
rushing to the defense of Rockefeller and the
Detective Agencies ?
It was The Chamber of Commerce of Den
ver!
The Milwaukee Leader says—
The Denver Chamber of Commerce sought to
prevent the newspapers of Denver from printing
the stories of the massacre of women and children
by the State Militia. It threatened boycott and
ruin. It could not suppress the truth, but it suc
ceeded in showing its class sympathies and the
brutalizing effects of its parasitic existence.
That organization, like all others of similar
kind, is composed of the rich men of Denver,
men who own the banks, the railroads, the
manufactories, and who own stock in Rocke
feller’s Coal Mine Companies.
These absentee corporation kings who own
the bulk of our banks, factories, railroads,
power-sites, mines, &c., are always shrewd
enough to place some of the stock where it
will do the most good, among local lawyers,
editors, merchants, bankers—in short, among
the local men of greatest social and business
influence.
The purpose of the absentee nabobs is, that
when their hellish, doings are under fire, the
local share-holders will rise up, and defend
the absentee nabob.
Thus the absentee nabob can remain inside
his Tarrytown fort, in the East, guarded
night and day by a royal body-guard, while
THE JEFFERSONIAN
the eminently respectable Denverites of the
Chamber of Commerce defend his cause in
the newspapers, in the courts, and in the
legislature of Colorado.
The absentee nabob may possibly allow the
local stockholders to pocket a dime, every
time he pockets a thousand dollars; and the
local men are so prostrated with gratitude for
the dime, that they gladly become accomplices
in the nabob’s crimes.
What is true of the Denver Chamber of
Commerce, is true of all others.
The members are connected with those cor
porations that live off the people.
It would be all right, if the corporations
were willing to -work by the rule of ''''Live,
and, let live” but that is not their motto.
They want all that the traffic will bear.
Their policy is the same old
dammed” insolence of Commodore Vander
bilt.
If you have been reading the testimony of
ex-President Mellen, of the great New Eng
land railway Trust, you will have learned
what our corporations do under forms of law.
The Morgan firm, the Rockefeller brother
hood, the Tammany gang, the Rhode Island
Senator Aldrich, the $300,000 bribe to the
editor of the Boston Herald, the dummies
employed to hide corporation lawlessness, the
million dollars given to New York lobbyists,
the vast sums spent on newspapers “to mold
public sentiment” —all this came out under
the question of ex-Governor Joseph Folk, of
Missouri.
The very scoundrels who were exposed in
Mellen’s uncontradicted testimony, are the
men who “molded public sentiment” in favor
of the Morgan-Rockefeller-Aldrich Currency
Act which now holds the American people in
the iron grip of the most infamous Money
Trust the world ever saw.
The wry men who set that vast trap for
the producing millions, are men who do not
toil, except in securing the laws which form
the trap in which the wealth is caught.
These are the men of your average Cham
ber of Commerce!
Farmers ! What have you to do with these
men ?
What interest have they in you, save that
you should increase the annual crop of wool
that they shear off your backs?
Will these Chambers of Commerce aid you
in securing money as cheaply as the national
bankers secure it?
Try 'em, and see!
Will these Chambers of Commerce help
you to so reduce the custom-house license on
the sale of foreign goods, so that you can get
the benefit of competition between European
and American manufacturers?
''em, and see!
Will these Chambers of Commerce help
you to put farm supplies on the untaxed list,
so that you will be given your plows, wagons,
reapers, mowers, &c., as cheap as the Steel
Trust sells them to your competitors in Cen
tral and South America?
Try it, and see!
Many elegant gentlemen no doubt, smoke
their cigars in (he Chamber of Commerce,
but they are not the men whose interests are
identical with those of the farmer.
Except, indeed, the interest which the
sheep-owner takes in the luxuriant growth of
the fleece.
The flock wouldn’t be very profitable, you
know, if the wool diminished in quantity, and
fell off in quality.
Hence, the sheep-owners who own the
shears —which some simple folks call “laws”
—are interested in educating the farmer up
to a higher standard of production.
But not up to a juster system of taxation,
and distribution.
Under the present system of Federal taxa
tion, and of robbing one industry to gorge
the more the toilers make, the more
the spoilers TAKE *
I Want Some Goos! American
Catholic to Explain This
to Us Heretics.
THIE priest claims that he can take a thin’
* pancake of wheat-bread and change it
into the flesh of Jesus Christ.
The priest is so sure he can work the mira
cle, that he generally uses a thin, round wafer,
made out of rice.
It stands to reason that a priest who can
miraculously change wheat to flesh, can
change rice, the same way.
Even the nigger priest san do it. In fact,
they are constantly doing it.
At least, that is what our Catholic friends
claim, and it isn’t safe to leny it.
But here comes a queer thing:
While they are not particular about the
wheat, or the rice out of which they create
Jesus Christ, they are awfully particular
about the wine.
You see, the priest does not eat the breads
The humble believers do that. The humble
believers kneel at the altar-rail; and, as the
priest ambles by in his chemise and petticoat,
he chunks a tiny bit of the bread on to the
tongue of each humble believer, as each hum
ble believer opens his grave-digger, (his
mouth, you understand?) and pokes out his
tongue, so that the tiny bit of rice flake or
wheat bread—as the case may be—lights on
the tongue, without touching the teetji.
It’s a sin for the teeth to chew on the rice,
or the bread, because the priest has turned it
into the flesh of Christ—and, of course, it
would seem rather terrible to have a lot of
humbly believing Catholics chewing their
Savior.
Consequently, their faith requires them to
swallow the Lord, without mastication.
As to the wine, the priest gets it all. He
drinks every drop of it.
Although he turns it into blood before
gulping it down, he is most careful that it
should be the very best blood that the vine
yards and the wine-makers can produce.
If the wine is actually changed into Christ’s
blood, you wouldn’t think that it made any
difference what sort of wine it was.
The blood of our Savior certainly does not
have to change its quality and taste, every
time the wine is changed.
But the priests act upon the idea that,
unless they are furnished with the very best
wines, they cannot perform that miracle.
In Father Phelan’s paper, The Westerh
Watchman, I find the following advertise
ment :
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REVEREND CLERGY, ATTENTION
We beg to draw the attention of the Reverend!
Clergy to our large stock of Strictly Pure Altar;
Wines, which we receive direct from the Best
Vineyards of the States of California and Ohio.
Per Gal. Per Doz. Bot«
Sweet Catawba $1.25 $3.75
Dry Catawba 1.25 3.75
Also a complete stock of the finest Groceries.
Our Mr. P. J. Desmond will be pleased to call
on the clergy when in need of anything in his
line.
A. MOLL GROCER CO.
Downtown Store, Franklin Av. and Seventh St.
West End Store, Deßaliviere and Delmar.
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The above is an illustration of the extreme
care taken to supply the Reverend Clergy
with the purest tipple.
I never see any advertisements in the Cath
olic papers showing that they care a button
about the purity of the flour, or the rice, out
of which the cakes are made that are swal
lowed by the humble believers.
Queer difference, isn’t it?
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