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Banks County Gazette.
VOL. TIL—NO. 14.
Urena Dottings.
The protracted meeting, conducted
by Brother Holcomb at Damascus
church week before last closed on
Friday of that week with eight acces
sions to the church as the fruits of
the services.
Professor J. W. Truelove conduct
ed a singing school at Damascus sev
eral days some weeks ago, which was
quite entertaining and instructing.
He is one of the best teachers that
has ever taught in this community.
The dinner spread by the people’s
party people diming the singing
school days was a repast fit for the
elite. The few straight-out demo
crats enjoyed the feast.
We tender to our brother Truelove
our kindest wishes and hope he may
meet with the success he justly
merits. The closing of his school
was like the closing of a glorious re
vival meeting.
URENA NO. 2.
Hot and hotter. Rain is much
needed. Our town is dry and so is
Brother John. lie also says that he
is not going to vote for the stocklaw.
Brother John has sold his crop and
reserved the district. He’s getting
up a corner on mole skins. They
are awful high now the highest
thing in the market, and Brother
John needs the district to catch the
moles in. You see they want mole
skins to make caps for the democrats
as they are about to freeze out, and
must have something to keep their
heads warm. If the head gets cold
the result will be grip or death.
The blue mud pill yon spoke of
some time ago would make you look
more handsome-wiser. But look out;
the dirt-doboer will be at your office
next,.
Mr. W. M. Pool and his good lady,
of Jackson county, spent some time
with relatives and friends in our
community lately. lie says that the
people's party has a following in Jack
son.
Some of the Urena boys report a
nice time at the’celebration. Wonder
if J. W and J. B. have returned.
We are informed that 11. J. Caudell
and Wm. Roe have been quite sick.
1 would advise those people who
are on the fence to read the Omaha
platform.
If you see anybody that me and
Brother John owe tell them wc will
pay up as soon as we sell our mole
skins.
Party Basil.
The crack of the party whip is be
ing heard in the land and it is driving
some weak kneed cowards pack. Let
them go. None hut men with back
bone, true to principle, true to our
demands are needed in this great
movement. We want men—men
who do not fear the lash—who dare
to do what is right though the whole
world should frown upon them. How
contemptible to hear a fellow say, I
am a reformer but we had better com
promise. Compromise what? Com
promise your manhood —compromise
your principles—and to what end?
What a picture ! A great strong mar.,
getting nothing scarcely for his labor
—wife and children snffering for
actual necessaries—yet at the dicta
tion of his master (yes he has a mas
ter, the party lash) he wants to cum
pro-mise for fear he will-ruin-the-par
ty (not caring for the well fare of his
family) or that the ‘nigger’, will get
into power and he will lose the good
will cf the party bosses. He will vote
for any man, don’t care who he is,
what he does, or has done, so he be
longs to my party. Compromise—
Compromise—Poor, cowardly traitor!
God pity such a fellow.
No true reformer will ask for, or
submit to a compromise of his princi
ple. Rather than compromise one
iota of our demands (principles) let
us go down to our death with our
faces to the foe battliug for their
preservation.
Cowards to the rear. The battle
for right against the encroachments
of plutocracy has begun- in earnest.
Let the bugles sound the charge
along the lines. We are moving on
the enemy. Reformers, will you vote
for the safety of your homes and
families or will you be driven by the
party lash to vote against them?
Which? —Raleigh Informer.
NOT JACKING ENGLAND’S PAPER.
An Amerlean Drummer Who Made It a
Rule Never to Indorse for Anybody.
“I heard a good one about Billy
Tompkins.” said one of a group of
commercial travelers in the Conti
nental hotel.
“Well, sir,” continued the speaker,
“you know what a hustler he is.
Did some slashing business and the
firm gave him a check for a bonus
and told him to go and take a trip to
Europe. Well, sir, Billy set out to
have a real good time, and he had
it. While he was in London he took
lunch one day at the tavern in the
city called the ‘Ship and Turtle,’
where a sovereign just about sees
you through your lunch.
“When he left there he was run
out of small change, and he thought
he would play big and go to tne
Bank of England and get a twenty
pound note redeemed in gold. ‘That’s
the way I'll change it,’ quoth he. So
into the dingy old building he strode,
and putting his twenty pound note
down before the cashier's window,
said, ‘Give me gold for that, will
you?’
“ ‘Certainly, sir,’ said the cashier,
‘just put your name on the hack of
it, please.’
“Then Billy saw a chance for
some fun and replied:
“ ‘My name on it! What for?’
“ ‘Oh, mere formality—-note with
drawn, you know. Tell how it came
back to bank. Customary thing.’
“ ‘l'll bo darned if I'll sign it,’ said
Billy. ‘You don’t catch me going
around indorsing any corporation’s
gaper in this reckless style.’
“‘Why, my dear sir,’ gasped the
astounded cashier, ‘this is a Bank of
England-note, good for its face value
the world over. ’
“ ‘Don't care,' said Billy, with
gravity. ‘I am not familiar witli
the financial condition of the Bank
of England, anil hanged if I indorse
its paper. lam an American.’ ~
“‘lf you were a Fiji islander,’al
most shrieked the cashier, ‘you
ought, to know the value of a Bank
of England note.’
“ ‘Well,’ persisted Billy, ‘what do
you want mo to indorse it for? I in
dorse it, don't I, if I sign my name
to the back ?’
“‘Great heavens!’ ejaculated the
cashier, goaded to a condition of
frenzy by Billy's imperturbable man
ner. ‘Where do such people as this
come from? If it was the note of
hand of a bankrupt cat’s meat man
he couldn’t l>e more suspicious. Here
you, sir; will you sign this note?’
“ ‘No, sir. 1 made a vow that 1
would never put my name on any
promises to pay.’
“ ‘Send for the manager,’ shouted
the cashier, turning to the clerk.
‘He will explain it to you,’ he added,
turning to Billy.
“The manager came, and all at once
Billy’s manner changed, and in tho
most urbane manner possible he told
him he did not understand at first
the necessity for signing, and put
ting his name on the note with a
flourish got gold coins for it and
walked out, leaving the two officials
looking after him with puzzeled
faces.
“Billy told them all at tho Hotel
Metropole, and asked:
“ ‘Did I get a rise out of the Bank
of England, or did I not?’
“The general opinion was that he
did.”—Helena Independent.
Where Most Weeds Came From.
Most of our weeds, like much of
our vermin, have come to us from
beyond the sea. Just how they emi
grate in every case will never be
known. Some came as legitimate
freight, but man y were ‘ ‘stowaways
some entered from borderlands uj>on
the wings of the wind, on river bo
soms, in the stomachs of migrating
birds, clinging to hairs of passing
animals and a hundred other ways
besides by man himself. Into the
New England soil and that south
along the Atlantic seaboard the
weeds first took root.
Also the native plants, with a
strong weedy nature, developed into
pests of the farm and garden. Many
of the native weeds are shy and
harmless in comparison with the per
sistent and pugnacious that have
like vagabonds emigrated to our
shores.—Professor Byron D. Hals ted
in Popular Science Monthly.
Ghoulish Wit
“On the presumption that Martin
Irons is still alive it is strange that he
lms not turned up at Homestead in
the capacity of general agitator and
walking-delegate-at-large.”
The editorial scribe who penned
this paragraph for the Chicago Trib
une should have his salary raised.
HOMER, BANKS COUNTY, GEORGIA: AUGUST 0, 1802.
He is the faithful and servile servant
of a devilish master.
Poor Martin Irons ! Faithful to his
fellowmen, serving them loyally in
their time of direst trouble, he led
in the great striko on Jay Gould’s
southwest lines. It cost him his
position, and made him a black-listed
man who could get no work in all
this land of the free. It cost him his
home, and turned his family out to
beggary. It cost him health, and
strength and good name, and all that
goes to make manhood honorable, as
his friends know only too well.
This is what it costs, or may cost,
any man to be “a general agitor and
walking-delegate-at-large,” titles over
which the penny-a-liner grows funny.
Poor Martin Irons! Ilia name was
as prominent in the daily papers at
the time of the southwest strike as
that of Hugh O’Donnell is to-day.
May O’Donnell be preserved from
Irons’ fate, for Irons has been forgot
ten by many of those he so faithfully
served, while the tool of their ene
mies still remembers to ffing a stdne
at him.—A. P. S., in Vanguard.
The Way of Life.
Every high ideal has been brought
in, and gained a place for itself at the
cost of the blood of a Christian mar
tyr. The first generation set the Son
of man above the son of Caisar, per
ished therefor, and the world adopted
their view. The poor monk Tele
tnaebus leaped into the arena, and
sternly bade the gladiators cease from
throttling one another. The angry
crowd poured down from the benches
and tore him to pieces—but there
were no more such spectacles. How
ard was the laughingstock of Europe
for his crazy attempt to have convicts
treated as men, and not ns brutes;
but before the world had done laugh
ing the reform luid come. From Hit
men and women who in their day
were derided, mocked, accounted
fools, stoned, jeered at crucified, woo
despised the cross, thinking only of
the glory set before them, from these
the world has had its heart-hunger
fed. None of them have ever inti
mated that pain was good. But they
have sought the fullness of life. They
have had faith to follow the spirit
within them which they recognized
to be divine, in the fixed belief that
they would not be put to intellectual
confusion or to ultimate loss by so
doing. Many of them have apparent
ly passed out of sight without any
thing to vindicate their obstinate
faith. Many have looked along the
via crucis, and have feared to venture
to its end. But many have found
even now that that way life lies. God
is love; therefore, to be like him in
volves cost. But God is strong:
therefore, to be like him is to he on
the side which must win finally.—S.
D.McConnell, D. D., in “Sons of God.”
Female Tootli Pullers.
The country seems to be slowly
but surely drifting into womanhood.
If things continue to go as they have
been going for the past two years,
future grammarians will have a license
for swearing that the world belongs
to the feminine gender. Everybody
is getting to be femalu, government
offices, stenographic positions, attor
neys, pnysicians, barbers, and wgman,
the glorious creation and e mbodiment
of all that costs money, has at last
stepped boldly into tlio dciftist’s
office and offered to trade off SIOO,OOO
worth of pain for fifty cents spot cash.
If more women adopt the practice
of dentistry, there will be less howl
floating about the “borne of the brave
anil land of the free” than there is
just at present. It is a very strong
willed man indeed, who refrains from
letting off a concatenation of wail
from the time he strikes the bottom
stair of a tooth-pulling factory, until
tbe dentist stands over his senseless
remains, flourishing his jaw and a
fragment of the tooth in the air, de
manding a dollar and a half for kind
ness for not pulling the whole front
of his head off. People, who live
next door to a dentist, and are ob
liged logo down to the boiler factory
when they want to enjoy some sleep,
can testify to this.
Woman will put more bravery into
the frame of a man than any other
negotiable article in the country, ex
cepting, perhaps, poor whisky. Man
in the presence ot' man is weak, but
beneath the soulful and belladonnaful
eyes of woman he’s stronger than a
ninety-foot derrick. We speak from
experience. From this argument
then, it will be readily seen that,
where man should howl loud
enough to hail a ship in the Adriatic
sea, when he was having a tooth pull
ed by a man in Kalamazoo, put a
woman with a force attachment on to
the same tooth and a fellow would
hire a deaf-atid dumb man to do the
talking for him, while ho lay and
quietly gazed up the sleeve of the fair
murderess, who was trying to pull his
boots off over his head.
The only objections to female den
tists are, that they are liable to ren
der the male portion of the population
of the United States toothless, event
ually, and that tho laughing gas,
ether and chloroform traffic will suf
fer. ...
When a fellow goes to a female
dentist, who carries a fair amount of
sweet lips, pearly toeth, azure eye,
peachy cheek and sylph like form, it
is hardly safe for a friend to suggest
to him that it would be a good idea
to hide behind an anresthetic, nine
times out of ten he won’t know what
the word means, and will accuse you
of calling names, he will be
come suspicious that you have an
idea that he isn’t brave, and couldn’t
set and have his lungs and several
internal equipments extracted by a
woman without making some large
disturbance. Let the woman place
her left arm around a fellow's head
and a peculiar sensation is immediate
ly biyouaced along his spine; she
bends low i*rrrm,-her eyelashes tickle
the cheeks of her patient, the forceps
steal into his yawning abyss, and in
the excitement of the moment, he
don’t know whether she has kissed
him or pulled his tooth. There isn’t
a fellow in Christendom who has got
common sense that will say that there
is anything about laughing gas that
will knock the feeling so teetotally
out of a fellows make-up, as a girl’s
sleeve around his neck and her breath
playing ove' his faee. Woman may
usurp man, but she is doing much to
supplant misery with pleasure.—Saint
Paul Herald.
<)iM!Kti(>iial>le TiiHto.
A semifashionablo appearing young
woman anil young man entered a
manicure’s room tho other morning.
Glancing about carelessly, as if they
had been there before, they wont
promptly to a small divan, in front
of which were two tables. They
seated themselves, and stretching
each a hand on the little cushion bo
fere them, two of tho shop women
as promptly took their places oppo
site and began work. During tbe
twenty minutes that their nails were
being cut, filed and polished the
pair chatted easily together. When
the operation was over tho young
man paid the bill and tho two left the
room, possibly to have their heads
shampooed en tete-a-tete.
-“Do young men and women often
come in company like that?” was
asked of an attendant.
“Oh, yes, every day,” was the re
ply. To tlio casual observer this
seems the height of questionable
taste.—Her Point of View in New
York Times.
Test Offices in Purls.
In Paris there have been establish
ed for some years public “test of
fices,” at which experts are employed
to test and analyze any article of
food or drink which may be suspect
ed to contain anything harmful to
public health. The same experts are
appointed to examine the food prod
ucts sold in the markets and shops
of the city.
Such offices serve to bring before
the people “the knowledge of good
and evil” as regards tho dependence
of health on uncontaminated food
anil drink. —Youth’s Companion.
The English Race Course.
It is needless to speak of the train
of blacklegging sharpers, ruffians, and
blackguards of all kinds that the turf
now breeds and supports. If, in this
wild whirligig of British politics,
power should ever come into the
hands of a Cromwellian dictator ho
could not do the country a greater
service than by passing the plow
over the race courses. He would risk
his life in doing so as much as he
would by turning out the house of
commons; but ho would extinguish
infinite vice and misery without de
stroying anything that was healthy,
manly, or even truly national. It is
to he feared that England has done
not a little to infect other nations
with this mania, which is supposed to
have about it something aristocratic;
and she has not been able to givo
them as a partial antidote a full coun
terpart of her jockey club, which,
consisting of recognized leaders of
society', is strong enough to maintain,
and does maintain on the actual race
course, the principles of racing honor.
—Dr. Golden Smith, in Independent-
Caricaturo Playlnjy Cnrifii.
Among the curious playing cards
in the museum of university is a
pack' of cavalier playing cards of the
times of Charles 11. which were pro-.
senteil by Dr. Horace Howard Fur
ness. The originals were the prop
erty of Lord Nelson, and were re
produced at tho joint expense of the
Augervillo and Clarendon Historical
societies. These fac similes re pro
duce every lino of the originals, and
are accompanied with an explana
tory pamphlet by Edmund Golilsmid,
in which the allusions are explained.
Cromwell, Ireton, Hudson, Brad
shaw, Onslow, Hewson, Wolsey and
other worthies of the commonwealth
appear on tho card pieces of the va
rious suits.—Philadelphia Ledger.
When tlio Harl>er Was a Wit.
In oriental literature the barber is
a great figure, and Arabian tales are
full of him. In Italy and Spain he
was often tho brightest man in town,
and his shop was headquarters for
wit and intrigue. Jasamiu became
famous as a poet in southern France,
and recited his verses with razor,
scissor, brush and comical gestures
as he dressed the hair and beard of
fine ladies anil gentlemen in his
shop. Ho had a great run, made
money, hived fame, and Smiles has
made a hook about him.—National
Barber.
When 13ang Originated.
Someone has ventured tho asser
tion that “bangs” and “Blackwell’s
island” are synonymous, since the
one originated with tho other, and
tho mandates of the law created botl*
—a common error, repeated so often
that it has been commonly accepted
as a fact. History shows, however,
that “bangs" existed long before
Blackwell’s island was discovered.
Hie fair haired male Franks, and
not tho female convicts of Black
well, are responsible for the “bang
up”, style of coiffure.—Washington
Star.
Men's Hair and Their Pursuits.
According to Dr. Beddoe there is a
direct relation between men’s pur
suits and tho color of their hair.
Men with dark, straight hair usually
enter the ministry; red whiskered
men are apt to give themselves up to
sporting anil horseflesh, and travel
era and emigrants are found in tall,
vigorous, blond, long headed men.
London Tit-Bits.
A Wise Parent.
He—Your father does not withhold’
his consent to our marriage because
I am his employee, I hope?
She—Oh, no. He says he’ll give
his consent as soon as you get your
salary' raised.—Life.
Good Bye, Old Party, Good Bye.
Please let me give a few reasons
additional for leaving a retrograding
and degenerate party. It was once a
party of the people, but is to day the
party of the rogues.
When I see the badge or portrait of
Mi'. Harrison the thought always oc
curs to me that there is the portait of
the bribers’ president. I feel a convic
tion ot shame when I see that dis
grace recorded upon the pages of
American history. And to make
matters worse the men who partici
pated in those felonious acts in 1888
have, in 1802, nominated Mr. Harri
soit, anil they now propose to remove
that disgrace from tho shoulders of
Harrison & Cos., and saddle it upon
the backs of the American people.
Honest men will you entertain such a
scheme ?
We find ir: the history of the
republican party, the first president
to gamble upon his own election;
the first . presidential saloon
keeper; the first president elected by
bribery; the first party to burn its
books at the close of campaign; the
first to hang opponent in effigy; the
first to try to bribe opponent’s eandi-
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dates; the first president to invite
college boys to drink; the first to pros
titute the post-office service to pro
mote its own political interests; the
first party to trample the postal laws
under feet until it could fasten the
curse of the liquor traffic upon the
people; the first party to threaten to
mob independent voiers if its ticket
was not elected; the first party, we be
lieve, that ever prostituted its ma
chinery to the destroying of good
society'.
The republican party appears to
have abandoned every element of
merit and formulated a mob. We
might cite a column of its acts that
no good citizen would sanction, but
we believe it would suffice to refer to
its representative men who assembled
at Minneapolis a short time ago. If
they' were correctly reported they
were the worst set of drunken de
bauchees that ever assembled upon
the American continent. That is the
class of men who ar# running its
party to-day and dragging down so
many of our church men, deacons,
elders, class leaders, and preachers.
The common people in the republi
can party have nothing to say about
the management of the parly or choos
ing its candidates, but on the other
hand tho party is controlled oy rings,
cliques and clans. The people, like
slaves, when wanted ’ are called into a
mass meeting to indorse tho program
•thus presented and are expected to
show some enthusiasm over the marks
of wisdom shown in the selection of
candidates, all taken from the ring
constituting their masters. They are
then formed into clubs and companies
and coaxed to march in the dust and
mud and carry a banner or torch
light. Then pledge them to all be
out on election day and vote for the
g. o. p. which they do like slaves, and
in doing so they vote to place in pow
er tlio worst business enemies they
have on this earth.—A Republican,
hi Marion Independent.
Tho English vipor extends over
nearly tho same geographical area
as tho common snake, but spreads a
little farther north anil east. It is
tho species which attains the highest
degree of north latitude.
Three pounds of chocolate make
eight cakes, and the number of those
consumed in England every year
cannot he less than between 29,000,-
000 and 30,000,000.
Green is the color of the Irish Ro
man Catholics, while opposed to it is
tho orango of tho Orangemen or
Protestants of the north of Ireland.
Ducks fly at an average rate of
ninety miles per hour. With a fair
wind it is believed that they can
make 150 miles in the same time.
The longest bridge in this country
is a trestlework nearly twenty five
miles in length across Lake Pontohar
train, in Louisiana.
The Tariff Issue.
One of the campaign statements
that gives promise of being worn out
with hard and constant service before
November, is the assertion that tho
people’s party “evades the tariff issue”
in its platform. The people’s party
platform reads:
We demand a graduated income tax.
We believe that the money of the
country should be kept as much
as possiblo in the hands of
the people, anil hence we demand
that all state and national revenues
shall be limited to the necessary ex
penses of the government, economi
cally and honestly administered.
The people’s party believes in get
ting back from millionaires and bil
lionaire's by an income tax some of the
money the people earned and tho
millionaires and bilfionaires expro
priated, and tins tax will of course bo
revenue for the government.
Tho people’s party believes in tho
government having no more revenue
than it needs to economically admin
ister its affairs, and wou’d give it no
source of revenue, tariff or other, be
yond such needs.
The position of the people’s party
on this question is as plain as good
English can make it, nor is that posi
tion misunderstood by our friends,
tho enemy. The trouble with them
is that our position is not only plain
hut impregnable. The tariff is one
of the pretended “issues” on which
they hoped to divide us, while they
conquered us once more, and their
hope has gone glimmering. Hence
these snarls over the “evasion” of the
“issae.”—A. I*. S., in Vanguard.