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C fersordan,
Vol. 11, No. 24
Nobody Wants To Drag the Frank Case Into
somebody dopes out some political
nervine in Atlanta soon, we will have a
few nervous wrecks on our hands.
Atlanta is overflowing with patriotic Solo
mons; but they are as badly afflicted with
nerves, as the drummer was, who had to eat
fried ham and pork sausage, on a Hebrew
stomach.
There’s our Self-appointed Senatorial
Goliath, for instance. He’s looking like he
expected every minute to meet a little man of
the size of David.
They say that Senator Goliath is losing
color—partly on account of two gentlemen of
color —and his once beautiful cheeks are sagg
ing down on each side of his lovely mouth,
like the skirts of an English saddle.
Just a case of nerves, you see. It used to
be that none except the women had nerves;
but we-ve all got ’em, now. Especially, us
politicians who tell lies, abuse victories,
imagine that there will be no Hereafter, and
then wake up suddenly, to find ourselves
beleagured by a Slick Thompson-Lincoln
Johnson-Bob Terrell, and William July-fly
Harris mess. Accentuated, as John Temple
Graves would say, by Hooper Alexander.
Such a Hereafter as that, is enough to
make any man’s checks hang down in pouches.
We made Goliath Smith walk the floor, in
1908; after his first series of perfidies and
treacheries.
This time, he won’t be able to walk the
floor, unless Harris holds him up on one side
and Slick Thompson scotches, on the other.
But what I intended to say was this—
Nobody in our faction wants to drag tlie
Frank case into politics.
But, if the Smith-Gray-Haas-Burns-Jour
nal crowd drag the case in, well see to it that
the case is taken care of.
What Are We Doing Down In Mexico, Where We Went
fY' course, you remember the old story
of the fool farmer who wanted to
break in a young steer, and who had no
-i • . • . -a a « • . . -a a
ox to do it with, and who hit upon the happy
idea of playing ox himself.
You remember that, after he had yoked the
young steer and had put his own neck through
the yoke, the steer broke off into a cheerful
gallop, in which the fool farmer had to join,
willy nilly.
Os course, you remember how the fool far
mer kept yelling, as he and the steer loped
down the road—‘Head us off, somebody!
D—n our fool souls, head us off!”
Well, that’s almost exactly what the Pro
fessor —that’s your President, you know—has
done in this Mexican business.
The Professor yearned to break in this
young steer, and teach it the ways of peaceful
pulling.
So he goes and puts his slender and lengthy
neck into the yoke with this long-horned
Mexican quadruped, and says soothingly—
“ Come along now, and behave yourself, and
do as I tell you, and, in a little while, you
Will be as respectable an ox as I am.”
Thomson, Ga., Thursday, June 11, 1914
Politics. But—
Michael H. Smith and Journal may
feel quite sure of that.
They didn’t succeed in their crusade against
the common sense of Georgia, when they tried
it with boodle, Burns, bluff, Journal insolence,
and Big Money.
They won’t succeed, when they try to side
track the intrepid Solicitor, who could not be
bribed, bulldozed, or bamboozled.
It takes Opportunity to show the people a
true Man, and a great Man.
Opportunity knocked at the door of Hugh
Dorsey, and it found the sort of Georgian
that the people delight to honor.
If the people demand his services in a
wider, higher field, it is their right.
They will not call for him because of the
Frank case, but because of what the case
showed Dorsey to be.
Nevertheless, if Smith, and the Journal,
and Haas, and Rosser, and Arnold, and all
that crowd, want to make an issue of the
Frank case, LET IT COME !
We will meet it, any time, anywhere, any
way. Try it on, gentlemem, and sec!
There is many a Georgian who, has a little
girl; and he has looked at her with filling
eyes, every time he thought of Mary Phagan.
There is many a Georgian who has little
grand-daughters, whom he has thought of,
with swelling heart, every time he remem
bered Mary Phagan.
If the Atlanta politicians and editors are
crazy enough to make war on Dorsey, because
he did his duty in the Frank case, LET THE
WAR START!
If these heartless, politicians and editors
believe that our little ones should have no
‘♦To Serve Mankind?”
Bless goodness! The yoke had no sooner
closed around your President’s windpipe, than
old Huerta began to gallop down the Big
Road.
According to the Brazilian Ambassador,
your President loudly called for help, and
the A. B. C. Mediators— plus Joe Lamar, and
a person who tears the suspicious name that
is pronounced Lemon —have been sent to
Canada to head off the fool farmer who yoked
himself to the sportive young steer.
I know you must feel very proud of your
President. If he -were mine, it would be
different.
Consider the facts:
(1.) Huerta was Madero’s trusted man; and
he used his place to betray and murder his
master. The plot was hatched and practically
carried out at the American Embassy. We
disgraced Henry Lane Wilson, who was a
party to it; and we honored Nelson
O’Shaughnessy, who w as also a party to it.
protection from such lustful lx? a sts as Leo
Frank, let them speak out, AND /STIF IT !
We are ready to meet the issue, right now.
The common people of Georgia are clamor
ing for Hugh Dorsey’s services, in a wider,
higher field; and woe unto Self-appointed
Senator Smith and his Journal, IF THEY
DARE TO RAISE THE ISSUE OF THE
FRANK CASE!
Whenever the National Pencil Factory is
flung into Georgia politics, the infamous Ful
ton Bag and Cotton Mills will follow.
We will see to that!
Try it on. Gentlemen, try it on.
The Smith-Gray-Hardwick-Baldy Harris
faction has been outraging common decency,
throttling free speech; outlawing every Geor
gian who voted for Terrell, Joe Brown and
Underwood; breaking up public meetings,
howling speakers down, and attempting to
browbeat into abject servility all Georgians
who were not for sale.
WE ARE TIRED OF IT!
And now, when they attempt to intimidate
Hugh Dorsey’s friends, by claiming that his
candidacy would mean the bringing of the
Frank case into politics, we take up the chal
lenge, and we answer back—
BRING IT IN, IF YOU DARE!
We will take our stand by that little girl’s
grave, and we will give to heartless Big
Money such a fight as never has been seen in
Georgia.
And whenever Leo Frank's infamous Pen
cil Factory is dragged in, the equally infa
mous Bag and Cotton Mills of Atlanta will
have to come!
What say’you, Gentlemen?
. Do yon fetch them in, and identify them
with the .Smith-Gray-Hardwick-William
Harris faction?
Choose !
(11. L. Wilson is a Protestant.
O’Shaughnessy is a rank papist.)
(2.) We overlooked the murder of
several American citizens, who were
inveigled off American soil. We also over
looked the killing of many American men,
and the outraging of many American women
who were living on Mexican soil.
But we went to -war on Huerta, killing
many Mexicans and losing 19 gallant boys of
our own, because our flag w 7 as not saluted by
an old Indian w T hom wre did not recognize as
being officially existent.
Wasn’t it absurd to kill and be killed
because a private citizen in Mexico would not
salute our flag?
That’s all we conceded Huerta to be— just
a private citizen.
(3.) After all the sacrifice of life at Vera
Cruz, because a private citizen of Mexico City,
would not order our flag saluted at Tampico,
your President goes to New York to receive
the pallid corpses of the brave lads whom he
had sent to their untimely death; and in that
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