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CORRESPONDENCE. _
CHARACTER SKETCHES.
The Very Old Philosopher Draws a
Picture from Life.
Knowing that life has peculiar
charms for man, when actual, 1 draw
therefrom.
In the city of Blacktown, in the
State of “ Hit Your Mother, etc., but
don’t hit the Democratic Party,”
there sprang into existence some time
in the past, a tropical being who has,
and now tries to flourish like the
scriptural green bay tree.
This world’s ways proves that all
great possibilities are characteristic,
so the above tropical being grew most
strikingly characteristic, and his char
acteristic is not founded on the fact
that his name is Smith—it is Colonel
Assumption now.
In his earlier days Colonel Assump
tion realized that within himself there
dwelt greatness —blessed realization!
The Colonel knew that greatness al
ways begins at the bottom round of
the ladder, so in his early professional
career he migrated to the upper wards
of Blacktown and settled down. He
did this because, quoth he, “ Here I
find the daily toilers too busy in pro
viding daily bread to think for them
selves. What hindereth me from
coming among them—even doing
their thinking. Here I will find room
in which to expand. With my many
wonderful and God given talents, un
disturbed by their personal opinions,
personal reasoning or gleaned infor
mation, I can weave these inhabitants,
and especially these voters according
to my own desires. Soon they will
think as I think, drink as I drink,
believe as I believe, and vote as I
dictate. Original idea I ”
Colonel Assumption clung to this
original idea; soon began to weave,
and. soon the cloth was seemingly all
wool and a yard wide by his measure
stick. His tutorage continued, and
reaped for him personal and political
advancement, gain and renown. Oh
how he flourished 1 The earth smiled
for him, the horizon above burnished
itself in white, red and gold. Colonel
Assumption dreamed and realized
happiness.
Under prosperity’s smiling the
Colonel became fat and sassy. Peo
ple of his great type are not neces
sarily preponderant in avoirdupoise.
I can’t say why he’s fat—unless the
physical body ran riot in a vain en
deavor to keep in sight of his ex
panding brain. Sassiness naturally
goes with fatness. I think he was
raised sassy, because his ancestors
assumed that sassiness is a mark of
smartness.
In a little while around about the
Colonel any observer could see signs
of importance that said, “I’m some
thing.” Even the little street gamins
that he passes see this in open
mouthed astonishment. After he
passes me I look up and above to see
the hight of his ascension, then hurry
in a precipitous manner to my home,
examine every deed and the last bill
to see that everything is mine. I
find them still mine, but I ponder—
can anything he passes belong to me ?
Its ridiculous, but an irresistible
feeling.
There’s inspiration in contemplat
ing the walk of Colonel Assumption
since he has been enjoying renowm and
prosperity. Watch him cross the
street. He takes a short, firmly pomp
ous and briskly important step. He
throws his head back, way back, and
this tilts the anterior and pendent
portion of his anatomy alarmingly
forward. He has an astonishing way
of throwing his right band, gesture
like, in salutation of a passing friend.
Speak no more of inspiration !
Meet the Colonel; have the pleas
ure of one short conversation, and
you will ever pin your faith on him.
For days you will murmur “ marvel
ous I ” Such vast perceptions, such
pompous dignity, such off-hand wit,
such ponderous intelligence will daz
zle and bewilder you for days. So
many wonderful traits and possibili
ties combined in one man seems an
impossible fact.
Like all great men, the Colonel was
not always appreciated. Let us hope
that the ignorance of his constituents
w r as accountable therefor. In the
very midst of smiling earth, burnished
horizon, dreams and realization of
happiness, the people took a mighty
move, antedated their lethargy and
began to think, drink, believe and
vote according to their own ideas.
Consternation ! The Colonel was
astonished beyond expression—even
annoyed. Earth no longer smiled
so brightly, the burnishment of the
horizon became tarnished and uncer
tainty shrouded the dreams and real
ization of happiness. Rude awaken
ing for the Colonel I The people
were cruelly unconcerned about the
Colonel’s welfare.
“It never rains but what it pours,”
and upon the top of this, in opposi
tion to the Colonel’s favorite candi
date for Congress (a Democrat), there
arose a Populist nominee, and, hor
rors ! his past friends and tolerating
constituents began to flock to the
support of the Populist.
This made a critical condition of
affairs. Something had to be done,
and quickly. Great men often lose
prestige, but also great men arise
equal to all occasions and overcome
all obstacles. In his greatness, but
in his u i peculiar way, Colonel As
sumption arose fully equal to the oc
casion—he went actively to work.
In his heart he said “all’s fair in
love and war,” and thereupon he
placed ponderous machinery to work.
The mills, machine shops and other
industries in his wards soon began to
move with him. A new monarchy
arose and to the men who had been
thinking, drinking, believing and vot-
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ing as they wished, there came the
law “we dictate, you obey.” Many,
seeing want staring them in the face,
were influenced by this new law.
The law helped greatly, but not
enough.
Seeing that something more was
necessary, Colonel Assumption gath
ered the faithful few around him and
soon began to harrass every step of
his opposition. Intimidation reigned.
The Populists could not openly hold
a meeting in peace. They could not
tell when their elbow neighbor was a
crafty, unscrupulous associate of the
Colonel. This helped, but not enough.
That active brain went to work
again. Glancing over the revolters
from his side, with wonderful acute
ness, the Colonel singled out the
weak-kneed; those he had seen nurs
ing a bottle around saloons and in
other places of ill repute, and soon
he again debauched their bodies and
impaired their intellect. The next
morning, these succumbed weak
kneed Populists would have cards in
the Colonel’s favorite organ. In
large type these cards would be
headed, “Another Wanderer Re
turns to the Democratic Fold.” I
tell you the Colonel knew how to get
these cards up in elegant style.
This helped much, but not enough.
The Colonel again assembled the
faithful, and soon thereafter the reg
istration list had the faithful qualified
to vote under several different names.
At the same time, in order to appear
to be pursuing legitimate methods,
the Colonel perused the registration
list and whenever he beheld a Popu
list’s name that he judged would be
cowardly under his pompous eye, he
wrote and mailed him a letter about
as follows:
Dear Sir : You are registered as a
qualified voter; I know and can prove
that you are not. If you exercise your
franchise I shall use the law against you
to its fullest extent. Understand ?
Mr. Assumption.
This intimidation and wholesale
multiplication of voters brought up
the Colonel’s side wonderfully.
The Colonel smiled as he reviewed
his work—proud of its scope. He
now rested on his oars, feeling confi
dent of the results, as plenty of cash
backed him to make up any possible
deficiency on election day by its use.
On the night before the election,
the Populist nominee visited Black
town and received a great ovation.
The demonstration showed that the
possible deficiency had arisen. The
Colonel was prepared to meet the
emergency—all great men are.
Near the ballot boxes in his pre
cinct the Colonel had a private room,
full of something to eat and drink.
It was guarded by a friend who had
a satchel full of swag. All during
election day the Colonel was busy
interviewing his friends in and near
this house. He carried them in this
room for intellectual enlightenment—
and other refreshments.
Oh, I tell you, Colonel Assumption
was active that day! With coat off,
his hands busily passing from capa
cious pockets to the armholes of his
vest, his tongue eloquently giving
utterance to the ponderously logical
brain, the perspiration oozing from
every pore, the Colonel flitted into
this private room, then out and up to
the polls, all the time in the com
pany of a motley crowd of negroes
arid whites.
When exhausted, the Colonel
would sit on the steps to rest, but
even sitting he presented signs of
activity. Alternately resting a pon
derous cheek on a ponderous hand,
his eyes aglow and open to their full
est extent, a ponderous smile wreath
ing a ponderous mouth, the Colonel
overcame one with the tnought of
boiling activity.
Any honest critic will acknowledge
his activity, for the number of votes
he repeated and bought, combined
with the number of opposition voters
intimidated, carried the day. Colonel
Assumption’s favorite won.
The Colonel swells with pride over
his success. It was a glorious fight
and nobly won. He knows that his
old name will go down gloriously
into posterity and that fifty years
from now the school children will
speak his name in reverence and with
genuine patriotic pride. Eloquently
inclined will spurt his thunder.
Glorious character! Glorious and
well earned laurels! Point the
Colonel to your children for an ex
ample. You can decide the kind of
example.
The Colonel is now resting easy—
taking a well earned rest —or pa
tiently awaiting bis reward. Now
that Cleveland is elected and inau
gurated he knows that the reward is
surely forthcoming.
Cleveland can’t slight him. It
would show a want of diplomatic
skill. Such brains, such activity is
indispensable. It would be the mis
take of Cleveland’s life to overlook
Colonel Assumption.
And in conclusion, let us sit pa
tiently, but yet earnestly and expect
antly awaiting the Cleveland com
mand of “Well done thou good and
faithful servant, enter thou into this
Consulship which containeth a fat
reward from thy lord.”
Then we can say, surely the faith
ful obtaineth their reward.
Diogenes.
Augusta, Ga.
Not Born a Politician.
Mozley’s Cross Roads, Ga.,
February 27, 1893.
I am not alarmed for fear if I hold
my peace that the stones would cry
out, but if the stones do not cry out,
some other half crazy, half idiot will
cry, and cry loud and long. You
can hear them ever and anon: “ I
was born a Democrat and raised a
Democrat.”
If you have been in the habit of
using such expressions, you have
made a mistake, or you have lied
right out, or your having been born
at all was a misfortune to parents and
State and nation.
If you had said you was born a
half idiot, and grew up what you was
born, you would have come a grel)t
deal nearer telling the truth, judging
from your expressions and your con
duct.
Y r ou have been in the habit of talk
ing and voting like a man who re
mained what he was born.
The individual who says, “I was
born* a Democrat,” utters a falsehood.
He was born a baby, and what he is
politically or religiously should be
the result of a careful study of the
science of economical government
and a careful research of the Scrip
tures.
I wonder how such a fellow would
like to destroy the Bible and risk be
ing born for his religion. He would
make a healthy Christian, would’nt
he ? A born politician! Is’nt he a
healthy looking object in a Republi
can government ? No wonder we
see so much inconsistency in the con
duct of the poor, struggling, toiling
voters of our country, when they risk
so much to the born politician. If
you will apply yourself to the study
of the science of government, and
not risk so much to being born, you
will see more clearly what govern
ment is, has been, could be and should
be. Well, I reckon some good born
Democrat will want to tell me that it
is a pity for me, or that I would have
been better off if I had been born a
Democrat.
Well, my friend, I will tell you
now that I was not born what I am
now, politically. I was born a baby,
and raised up a boy, and the infam
ous oppressions of an unjust govern
ment caused me to go to studying
the science of economical govern
ment, and the study of economical
government caused me to be politi
cally what I am. I was not willing
to risk politics to fate, but I applied
myself to the study of economical
government, and that shaped my
politics. And if all voters would do
likewise, we would have more intel
ligent voting and more independent
thinking.
Mr. Editor, I see some of the
brethren and friends inquiring what
has become of old Douglas. I will
state for the encouragement of all, '
that the People’s party of Douglas
county is up, wide awake and duly
sober, in for the war, with the in
scriptiin on our banner, “ Equal rights
to all, and special priviliges to none.”
Success to the People’s Party Pa-’
per and the Honorable Thomas E.
Watson, the great champion of the
people’s liberties.
Allianceman.
A HAYSEED MISSIVE.
The Democrats, the Preachers, Tem
perance and Morality.
The funniest thing I have seen in
a paper lately was an article from an
editor of a prominent church paper
on the whisky question. He seems
to have been in a Rip Van Winkle
sleep, and has just waked up since
the election. I have been a sub
scriber or have taken the paper for
twenty-five years, and have won
dered w r hy it was always silent on
the prohibition question. If it ever
has urged the church members to
vote for the prohibition candidate, I
don’t remember it. And now we
know why it did not: The paper is
Democratic, and the editor has come
out of his long sleep and wants the
Democrats of Georgia to awake.
This is what he says:
“Why should not the Democrats
in Georgia vote whisky out of the
State ?’’
He says they can do it, and in do
ing so it would be the grandest en
terprise in the history of Democracy.
Oh, isn’t it funny! The editor of
one of the great Denominational
papers of Georgia calling on Georgia
Democrats to vote out whisky! Oh,
ye Pee-Wees; ye Populists, ye Alh
ancemen, ye fool farmers of Geor
gia, you are not known, your votes
are not wanted, only Democrats are
called on to vote out this terrible
monster. The editor don’t seem to
know that there is no such thing as
Georgia Democracy. He don’t seem
to know that New York is the mis
tress of Democracy in Georgia, and
that she sits upon her scarlet-colored
beast, full of names of blasphemy
against the God of the Sabbath,
against the God of the poor and op
pressed, against the God of truth,
justice and right, and that she holds
whisky and money in her hand as
the ballance of power, and she dic
tates who shall be the governor, the
congressmen, the legislators and the
rulers of Georgia.
I imagine I can hear a Democrat
say, “I wonder what the matter can
be with our good editor? We are
getting on right well. Our party is
in power. We whipped the fight,
and a majority of the preachers
voted the Democratic ticket. Not
one of them ever seemed to care
about my little groggery over the
way, so that at the end of the year
they got their pay, and these editors
know that if it had not been for
whisky and money we never would
have ' elected Cleveland, Northen
and Black, and if whisky has to
go from Georgia, farewell to Dem
ocracy. And another thing, look
out for the People’s party to take
Georgia! Why, she will be like a
cyclone! She will sweep everything
before her! I wonder why the edi
tor should meddle with politics?
Why don’t he do as he did before
the election —keep his mouth shut
on whisky? He reminds me of the
man who locked up his stable after
his horse was stolen, and I am a
good mind to write him to let Dem
ocracy alone, for I am like Billie
Northen, you may strike my wife,
you may strike my child, but don’t
strike Democracy, for if you strike
whisky you strike Democracy slap
in the face.”
But, in all seriousness, there is a
dark future before the people of this
nation if there is not a great change
in the oppressive and unjust laws
that now exist; and we feel now is
the grand opportunity of the church.
Let preachers and church members
of every name and order come out
on the side of reform, for truth, jus
tice, right and temperance, and the
power of darkness will be driven
from our national sky. But if our
preachers continue to vote the Dem
ocratic ticket as its platform now is,
they vote for whisky and all the
evils that follow in its use. And
they need not write and preach
against whisky, for their temperance
guns are spiked with that Demo
cratic vote. Oh, this is a fearful
thing to write! May God help my
pen and these truths to go with
power and awaken the sleepers to
realize what a fearful thing it is to
vote wrong!
There is a gloom and a darkness
with oppression of the poor, and a
sighing of the needy all over our
nation, and a voice of Rachel weep
ing for her children that are slain by
the saloon and refuses to be com
forted, and a voice from heaven says
to her, “Tell the watchmen upon the
walls of Zion to turn those tem
perance guns upon the saloons and
scatter them to the four winds of
heaven.” But she says alas! alas!
Oh, my Lord, they are spiked with
Democratic votes!
The saloon must go ! the preachers say,
And good men say that’s right !
And all are sure to have their way,
For they are going day and night.
And behind each bar within the State
Stands a bruiser slick and fat,
Who is a true Republican
Or a trusted Democrat.
And behind each slick saloon-man
Stands the legislature grim,
With the license-voting Christian
Just in rear of him,
And within the license-voter
Is a heart by idols cursed,
That makes him bow the knee to Baal
And worship party first.
Aunt Polly Hayseed.
Greshamville, Ga., March 9, 1893.
From Brooks County.
Quitman, Ga., Feb. 25.
Organization and education is what
we need—and w T e must have it.
We are going to w r ork to increase
the circulation of The People’s
Party Paper in Brooks county
with coats off and sieves rolled up.
The reading of the Southern Alli
ance Farmer brought us where we
are, and the reading of The Peo
ple’s Party Paper for the next
four years will double the vote of
Georgia. I want every man in sym
pathy with the reform movement to
subscribe for and read The Peo
ple’s Party Paper, and if there
are any who want it and can’t pay
for it, we must give it to them.
Don’t throw away your old paper,
but send it to your neighbor who is
not able to pay for a paper. He will
appreciate it and will soon be on our
side, and will subscribe for the pa
per. The paper is wanted in this
county, and I could give away 100
copies each week if I had them.
Mr. M. F. Simpson, of the county,
subscribes for two copies and reads
and sends them to his neighbors, and
he has made more converts than
any man in the county. Get up, my
brother, and dust yourself, and do
like Simpson. Never cut, tear, burn
nor destroy in any way a paper with
the name of Hon. Thomas E. Wat
son printed on it. F. E. Young,
Chairman People’s Party Brooks Co.
The Home as a Basis.
Mesena, Ga., March 6.
Home is the basis for every re
form. Without homes people will be
shiftless ; nothing can be substantial,
and the best effort, the kindest
thought, are but a mockery of what
they might be were every one prop
erly employed and comfortably
housed. The homeless are the dis
contented, the diseased, the crimin
ally inclined. The destructionists,
the anarchists, the nihilists, only ex
ist where there are homeless people.
A man without a home is a waif.
Society is ever and incessantly forc
ing him or her to move on. The
chattie slave had his or her cabin,
but the modern tramp has not a place
whereon to lay his head. A person
without a home is a factor for revo
lution. But let the mercies of reform
move on until every home shall be
made happy and contented. As long
as class legislation deceives the peo
ple there will be discontent. The
laboring class are battling for their
rights. It is billions of money against
millions of men. The people must
settle their difficulties through the
ballot, not by the bayonet; and their
strikes by arbitration, not by riots.
Unity of action is indispensible to
success. Let not cunning Catilines
mislead you. Select those whom
you can trust to defend your cause.
Rare scholastic attainments and bril
liancy of mind are not required.
Good judgment and a clear percep
tion of right and wrong are a better
equipment for a public officer than
eloquence or polished manners. No
nation can prosper with our limited
circulation, cornered as it is by dem
agogues to raise interest, cramp the
people and to sell their honor.
The farmer and his interests are
dependent upon wise and just legis
lation. The gradual drifting of capi
tal from agriculture to industrial
centers, during the past fifty years,
has produced its effect. Farming
to-day is not the paying vocation it
has been, and the true wealth of the
nation is suffering from a great
shrinkage on account of the farmer’s
inability to reap his due measure of
products. Linked with the interests
of our farmers are the interests of
trade, manufacturing, commerce, and
the welfare of the entire country.
Inseparably connected with the great
question of labor, which has been
forced to the surface of the stream of
current affairs, is the depressed con
dition of agriculture.
But all things will work together
for good in the end.
W. F. Cartledge.
All Right in Campbell.
Tell, Ga., March 6.
Old Campbell is in the fight yet!
Notwithstanding reports to the con
trary. We have some earnest re
formers. Although defeated in the
January election, the Populists polled
a majority of the white vote. The
negroes voted with the opposition,
with some few exceptions. What
the promise to have their names on
the jury list did not bring into the
fold of the “dear old Democratic
party,” the lavish use of “red-eye”
and money did. Probably there is
where those eloquent Colonels were
afraid of “negro supremacy” and
shouted themselves hoarse about last
fall. The defeat, and the means
employed to bring about defeat, give
all true reformers cause to renew
their strength and courage, and pre
pare for that which is to come.
I see some brother has suggested
putting out a man to solicit subscrip
tions to reform papers. I think it a
good plan. I would suggest that
every reformer consider himself a
committee of one to take subscribers
to reform papers, and begin at home ;
then see your neighbor. Times are
hard and money scarce with poor
people, but there are very few fami
lies that could not make some sacri
fice sufficient to raise $1 or $1.50 to
pay for one or two good papers, sue]
as the People’s Party Paper and
the National the State
and national organs.
I heard a man say a few days ago
that “the true Southern Democrat
was good enough.” That .may be
true; but we have to call them
Populists to distinguish them from
the bad kind who are led by the big
bosses. J. A. S.
How It Works in Oregon.
Summer Lake, Ore., Feb. 19.
I send you a new name, a man
who has always been an intolerant
Democrat, and until a few months
ago just booed at our new party and
its principles. He was a staunch
supporter of Grover at first, but be
fore the election had been over a
month he was cursing him in the
roundest terms because Grover
would not consent to call an extra
session of Congress to act upon the
tariff, as he, like many others, had
been induced into the belief that
that was the main issue. I argued
with him all summer that the silver
question was the paramount issue,
especially after we got him to join
our Alliance. And to-day when I
asked him how he liked the papers
which I had been giving him, he
said that he thought them the best
papers of all, and would subscribe if
he only had one hundred cents of
that degraded silver the plutes are
harping about so much.
Since he has begun to study this
matter it is coming home to him that
it is the circulating medium that is
and was the issue. I tell you, when
a man like this, with 250 head of
cattle, 75 head of horses and a good
farm, cannot always find one dollar
in silver in the house (and I might
say any kind of a dollar), it is no
time to be squabbling over the re
peal of the Sherman silver act, but
it is time to give us free coinage of
silver. * * *
No Replevin in Kansas.
Larned, Kansas, March
The Populists of Kansas have had
a hard fight since the campaign open
ed last summer, as they have had
Johnny Bull, the railroads and plu
tocracy generally to contend with,
but were steadily winning each point
in controversy until the Republican
rebellion, and a partisan Supreme
Court virtually decided that a thief
found in the possession of the stolen
property had a right to it, and the
rightful owner had no claim upon his
own, for the reason that he was not
in possession of it and the thief was.
All honor to Tom Watson.
Daniel Funk.
Jefferson County Alliance,
The Quarterly Meeting of the Jefferson
County Alliance will convene with the
Stapleton Alliance, at Stapleton Acad
emy, on Thursday, the 6th of April, 1893.
All Subs take due notice, and let us have
full delegations, as business of importance
will come before the body. All Alliance
men are invited.
B. S. Carswell, Pres.
Maxey, Ga., March 13, 1893.
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or Habitual Abortion,
And for
Uterine Derangements
Generally.
Correspondence Solicited,
and kept Strictly Private.
given
if required.
G. W. DURHAM, M. D.
Thomson, Ga.
THOMSON, GA., N0v.28,1892
To my Friends and Former
Customers:
Having bought the
Ira Brinkley stock of goods,
I am prepared to show
you a nice line of
General Merchandise,
which I will sell very cheap.
Shoes a specialty.
S. F. MORRIS, Main st.
MONEY TO LOAN.
T NEGOTIATE LOANS ON FARMS
A on better terms than can be secured
elsewhere.
JOHN T. WFST
Thomson, Ga.. '