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Banks County Gazette.
VOL. III.—NO. 24.
PEOPLE S PARTY PLATFORM
ADOPTED AT THE OMAHA
CONVENTION.
Second Declaration of Indepen
dence Formulated by the
People July 4th, 1892.
FINANCE.
First—We demand a national cur
rency, safe, sound and flexible, issued
by the general government only, a
full legal tender for all debts, public
and private, and that without the use
of banking corporations, a just, equit
able, and efficient means of distribu
tion direct to the people at a tax not
to exceed 2 per cent per annum, to
be provided as set forth in the sub-
treasurv plan of the Fanners Alliance,
or a better system; also by payments
in discharge of its obligations for
public improvements.
We demand free and unlimited
coinage of silver and gold at the
present legal ratio of 16 to 1.
We demand that the amount of
circulating medium be speedily in
creased to not less than sfo per capita.
We demand a graduated income
tax.
We believe that the money of the
country should be kept as much as
possible in the hands of the people,
and hence we demand all state and
rational revenue shall be limited to
the necessary expenses of the govern
ment economically and honestly ad
ministered.
We demand that postal savings
banks be established by the govern
ment for the safe deposit of the earn
ings of the people, and to facilitate
exchange.
TRANSPOBT ATIOH.
Second.—Transportatien being a
means of exchange and a public
necessity, the government should own
and operate die railroads in the inter
est of the people.
The telegraph and telephone, like
the postoffice system, being a necessi
ty for the transmission of news,
should be owned and operated by the
government in the interest of the
Jieople.
LAND.
Third.—The land, including all the
natural sources of wealth, is the heri
age of the people, an<l should not be
monopolised for speculative purposes,
and alien ownership of land should he
prohibited.
All land now held by railroads and
other corporations, in excess of their
actual needs, and all lands now owned
by aliens, should be reclaimed by the
government and held for actual set
tlers only.
A Dreadful Mintake.
“But I am not dead, I assure you!”
Such was the cry of an unfortunate
man lying on the bed of sickness on
beholding a couple of undertaker’s
assistants enter his chamber with a
coffin, which they deposited on the
floor. He was suffering from a severe
chill and was very feverish and out
of sorts, and the unexpected appear
ance of the croquemorts with their
lugubrious burden was scarcely cal
culated to exercise an exhilarating
effect on his spirits. The two men,
who were out of breath with their
exertions, and had not time to glance
round the room, started back in
affright as they saw what they im
agined to he the corpse raising itself
in the t**d and with wild gesticula
tions bidding them to depart. They
were about to beat a hasty retreat,
leaving the coffin behind them, with
the conviction that they had had an
interview with a ghost, when the in
valid’s wife rushed in.
“Is nobody dead here?” asked one
of the undertaker’s assistants, pluck
ing up courage at the arrival of the
lady, respecting whose claims to he
classed among the living not a
shadow of doubt could be enter
tained for a moment, as she was
manifestly in the enjoyment of the
most robust health. “Nothing of
the kind. Where in the world do
you think you are?” was the prompt
reply of the buxom dame. “At 39,”
answered the bewildered croque
mort. “Why, don’t you know this
is 33?” said the lady indignantly.
The two men took up the coffin,
and with many apologies left tho
scene of this very unpleasant adven
ture as fast as their legs could carry
them. —Paris Cor. London Telegraph.
Somebody now asks, if the govern,
ineut lends monev to the people what
shall we private money lenders do?
The reply is, you will proceed as be
fore, doing the best \eu can in com
petition with the government, or else
“put your money into business,” tak
ing yonr chance with others as to a
share ef the returns to be thus ob
tained. Outside of money lending
most persons do this now, and your
option will be to join the procession.
We anticipate the likelihood of your
doing so with pleasure. We desire
that money lending, as a private occu
pation, may become the least remu
nerative of any. We regard it as
government function only. Men wil
ling te live from their industry would
invest their money in industry when
only a small reward could be got from
lending money. We think we are
right about this. We want to en
courage the man who “goes into busi
ness”—in other words, works—;ather
than he who sits in an easy chair or
carriage, living upon a highly com
fortably scale, off the earnings of
those obliged to borrow his money.—
People’s Right.
THERE’S A DIFFERENCE.
At Least One Man Found “Gttln Mar
ried and llein Married** to He Different.
One day I was seated under a tree
by a spring on the banks of the
Cumberland river not far from
where it breaks through the Pine
mountains, taking a resting spell,
when a young fanner rode by with
a buxom country girl behind him on
the same horse. He pulled up and
asked me if I wouldn’t “hand the gal
up a drink of water,” and while I
was doing the gallant we talked.
“Fine weather fer gettiu married,
ain’t it?” he said, with a grin that
gave the procession away.
“Shetup, Jim,” said the girl, giv
ing him a jerk.
“Ah, you’re to be married, are
you?” I remarked.
“Yes,” he said; “me and Callie has
about reckoned tliar ain't anything
better fer us to do."
“Well, I admire your taste,”l ven
tured, with a smile at the girl.
“Fine gal, ain't she?” he said ad
miringly. “Had mighty hard work
to git her. Every fellow on tho
crick wanted her. Had to coax fer
six months and finally promise her
this boss we’er on afore she shuck
the other chaps an took me. Mebbe
she showed pore jedgement,” and he
laughed and chucked her under the
chin; “but you can’t alius tell what
sort of pertaters is in the hill by the
looks of the vine.”
I assured him that both of them
had done well, and wishing them
joy, they rode on and I uover ex
pected to see them again, but I did.
One Sunday morning about three
months after that I started out from
the place where I was abiding for a
week, to a little churcn where a
meeting was to be held. Half way
there I overtook my bridal party 7 ,
pretty much as they were at the first
meeting, only Callie was in front and
Jim behind.
“Good morning,” I said, really
glad to see them.
“Howd’y? Howd’y" they both re
plied, and we went along to the
meeting house, chatting pleasantly,
with Callie doing the most of it. Ar
rived, we hitched our horses, and be
fore going in Jjm called me to one
6ide.
“Is’pose,” he said, “you noticed I
was ridin behind this inomin.”
I admitted as much, but said I had
not thought of it especially.
He shook his head gravely.
“Gittin married an bein married is
doggoned different, mister,” ho said
sententiously. “If they wuzn’t I
wouldn’t be ridin liehind.”
Before I had a chance to offer any
consolation Jim hurried along to
catch up with Callie at the door, and
I had something to think about be
sides the sermon.—Detroit Free
Press.
We do not want to harp much on
Cleveland, but there are certain facts
which must be mentioned. Cleveland,
while president, declined to pay bonds
that were payable and let the surplus
in the treasury run way up over a
hundred million dollars. He deposit
ed the surplus revenue with national
banks to the amount of over sixty
million dollars. These deposits were
iu the nature of a free loan. The
bonds payable were drawing interest
which the people were taxed to pay.
The accumulation of the surplus in
the treasury was a severe contraction
of the currency in circulation. The
banks reaped a rich harvest from the
free loans. He steadfastly declined
to pay a bond until Senator Beck, of
Kentucky, got after him in the United
States senate. He desired the dis
continuance of the coinage of the
silver dollar as early as 1885 and
recommended no measure to supply
an addition to the money volume.
He did not oppose the system of
HOMER, BANKS COUNTY, GEORGIA: OCTOBER 18, 1892.
government issuing money to national
banks at one per cent. His secretary
of the treasury, in his official report,
said it was immoral to permit the
greenback money to circulate as a
legal tender. These are undeniable
facts and should be weighed by every
voter who has it in his mind to vote
for the ex-president.—Missouri World
WHY THE VOTER DIDN’T SHOW UP.
Th© Terrible Mistake Made by an Elec
tioneer in the Wilds of Alabama.
I was doing some electioneering in
the western part of Alabama when I
rode up one day to what looked like
a deserted cabin, as the windows
were closed and the slianty door
fastened and no one in sight. There
was a field of tobacco growing on one
side of the cabin and a thicket of
scrub corn on the other, and in the
middle of this stood a scarecrow, one
of those homemade things composed
of a stuffed figure in coat and trousers,
crowned with an old straw hat. I
was about to ride on one when a
voice called:
“Hello; light, stranger, and gin us
thay news. ”
I looked, but could see no one till
my horse jumped to one side and I
saw that the scarecrow had de
scended from its perch and was com
ing toward me.
“Hello I” I said; ‘ ‘are you the owner
of this place?”
“Reckon I air. Did yer wauter
chin about the craps in these yeah
pawts?”
“No. I want to get your vote for
our party. We represent the best
principles of reform, and I have
been told, Mr.— Mr. — ‘Snaggs’—
thank you—that you—were one of
our best citizens.”
This was slightly stretching the
truth, as I had never heard of Mr.
Snaggs before, but I wanted his vote.
“1 ain't nevalx voted yit, mister,”
leaning his sharp, smooth chin on
the top rail of the straggly foneo
and looking off into futurity t in a
dreamy, vague sort of way.
“All the more reason you should
vote now. I want you to come to
town and to my hotel and let me ex
plain to you the principles of right
and freedom that our party advo
cates.”
"It costs tin to go inter town, ap I
ain’t got no store shoes an fixins,”
said Snaggs, looking down at his
broken leg boots, through the holes
of which no socks were visible.
“I’ll fix you out for that at tho
hotel. Of course I expect to defray
all expenses."
“Be you the gov'nor?”
“No. But ho is my friend, and if
you vote for him you won’t have to
pay your way into town. Here’s a
bill that you’ll know what to do with
on election day. It will get you first
rate quarters at the hotel."
“I shoved a five dollar bill into the
horny hand. It was received with a
vacant grin.
"Got enny ’baccy, stranger?” asked
Mr. Snaggs without any thanks for
the money.
I had some and divided with him,
and 1 left him in a radiant good hu
mor. He was going back to his perch
when I called for him.
“I didn’t get your first name, Mr.
Snaggs—Jim or John?”
“ 'Tain’t no odds—J. Snaggs is ns
good es enny.”
“J. Snaggs, esquire,” I said, with a
polite bow.
The last I saw of Snaggs he was
standing as immutable as the sphinx
in the middle of his patch of corn.
He did not show up at the hotel,
and as our party expected to get in
by the skin of its teeth I was rather
anxious and concluded to send a liv
eryman after him.
“Snaggs, Snagg3,” said the livery
man musingly. “I only know one
Snaggs in all this country: lives right
over in the valley in a slab shanty
and fixes up as a scarecrow when
crops are in.”
“That’s .the one,” I said, “J.
Snaggs, and he’s got to come in and
vote for us sure.”
But the liveryman was bent nearly
double with laughter.
“I reckon you’re out on the deal,
kumel, ha I ha!” he shouted, “fur
fur—ha! ha!—Jen Snagg-j air a
woman!”—Detroit Free Press.
The editor of the Washington Post,
ex-postmaster general Frank Hatton,
said at the Grand Pacific the other
day: “It will make no difference who
is elected, except that if Cleveland
succeeds we in Washington will have
to make ourselves acquainted with a
new lot of politicians.” No man is
better posted on the situation
and on the methods and
intent of the old parties than Mr. Hat
ton, who speaks a simple truth and a
great deal of it in making this admis
sion. The people generally realize
this, too, that one lot of politicians
out and another in is all an election
means or a change accomplishes. This
is why the jumping-jacks on the polit
ical rostrums this year contort and
tumble with so little effect. “You
can’t fool all the people all the time,”
Messrs. Machine Politicians. The
Vanguard.
And then they came and talked of
over-production! Over-production!
When the miner, who piles up moun
tains of coal at the pit’s month, has
not enough to pay for a fire in the
depth of winter; when the weaver,
who weaves miles of cloth, must re
fuse a shirt to his naked child; when
the mason who builds palaces, has to
live in a garret; when the working
girl, who makes masterpieces of
dressed dolls, has no more than a
ragged shawl to cover her in all
weathers; is this what they call or
ganization of industry? It looks
more like a secret conspiracy of the
capitalists to subdue the workers by
starvation.—Texas Courier.
Mice Fat the Moon.
A curious Indian legend was told
to some people way out in Omaha
by a full blooded Sioux, wliolives at
Pine Ridge agency.
He said the belief was that every
time a now moon appeared it was
the signal for all the mice in the
country to gather themselves to
gether in ono spot. When they as
sembled they then separated into
four great armies. One army went
to the north, another to the south, a
third to the east and a fourth to the
west.
These armies of mice traveled until
they reached the point where from
the placo of starting, the heavens
seemed to touch the earth. Then
they climbed up the sky until they
came to the moon, which by this
time was what we call full. All of
the four armies then commenced
nibbling at Luna, and when they had
eaten her all up the mice would
scamper back down the heavens to
the earth and wait for her to show
herself again, when the journey and
thejpibbling would be repeated by
the mice; and this is what the In
dians of early days believed was the
cause of the moon growing old and
finally disappearing. —Goldth waite’s
Geographical Magazine.
A Cane of Being ('harmed.
A New Yorker taking a Sunday
stroll beyond the city limits was sur
prised at the conduct of twoscore of
sparrows that fluttered in the air a
foot or so above a bare rock in the
midst of an empty pasture. Now
and then a bird would light on the
rock, but most of the time the gray
ish brown flock poised uneasily just
over the spot. It looked at first as if
the birds were catching insects,
though none was visible. On the
human intruder’s nearer approach
the birds still in the air took flight,
and almost as many more sprang out
of the grass immediately about the
rock. At the same instant the head
and rapidly moving tongue of a large
blacksnake became visible just be
hind the rock, and he too made off.
It was apparently a clear case of bird
charming by the snake.—-New York
Sun.
The first carpets made in Europe
were manufactured in France, in
1664, in imitation of some which had
been brought from Turkey.
The old style sign swinging from a
post, or set up, round or square, bh
top of a post like a target, is still
much seen.
Balderdash.
The machine democrats of the
south are shipping car load after car
load of republican documents, al
most old enough themselves
to vote, and circulating them there
against General Weaver, because he
was once a soldier and a republican.
This is te “drive the southern demo
crats back,” and the republicans are
straining themselves to help do it.
The republicans of the north have
now taken up Mr. Field, and are
flooding the country with such silly
nonsense as that lie should have said
he was sorry he had not “killed more
Yankees.” Mr. Field is not a fool,
but is regarded at home as an honor
able, Christian gentleman, an active
member of a church, and in every re
spect a dignified citizen. He never
said any such thing. Field was in the
confederate army, but he was an hon
orable soldier, and old soldiers do not
use such language. Did you ever
hear an honest old soldier in any war
oi on any side boast of how many he
had killed, or wish be had killed more?
No, and yon never will. You may
have heard braggarts blow, but sol
diers are not made of that kind of
stuff, and Field never used any such
words, and the man that started it,
just like those who are most active in
circulating the slanders against Weav
er, was never in the army, and would
not be should another army be called.
They are the licksplittles of party
bosses, the substitute hirers when
danger comes, the mangy curs that
Btand around with open mouths to
snap at the boodle crumbs that may
fall from the old party tables, and
sensible people surely will not be dis
turbed thereby.
When shall we be done with this
damnable sectionalism ? Not until the
old parties aro wiped out root and
branch. How is this to be done? Let
the good people north and south, on
whose shoulders the bosses have
stood to spit out their venom and hate
for thirty years, step from under.
And we don't care how suddenly they
step, nor how hard a fall follows.—
Progressive Farmer, Mt. Vernon, 111.
Dlalectu of China.
It is true that the inhabitants of
Peking, Canton, Shanghai, Futwa
and Amoy speak Chinese. But as
to other parts of the country, it is
also true that a citizen of the places
named cannot understand the inhab
itants any more easily than can a
Berliner an Englishman, or a Pari
sian a Dutchman. Thus the posi
tion of the Chinaman in Iris own
country, where various so called dia
lects are spoken, is rather peculiar.
The Chinese dialects have nothing
in common with the patois, or con
versational forms of language. They
are used by the highest and lowest
classes the savants and uneducated,
the officials and the coolies. The
dialect is a language by itself. The
various dialect foi’ms, it is true, are
related to one another in somewhat
the same manner as the Arabic to
the Hebrew, Syrian and other Se
mitic tongues, or German to English,
Dutch, Danish, Swedish, etc.
If it is desirable to classify the nu
merous dialects they may be divided
into the Canton, Hakka, Amoy, Swa
tow, Shanghai, Ningho, the Hainau
ese and the Mandarin. The young
est of these dialects is the Mandarin.
Mandarin, contrary to the general
impression, is not the universal lan
guage of China. The Canton tongue
resembles the ancient Chinese spoken
3,000 years ago more closely than the
Mandarin. The Hakka shows also
traces of great antiquity. It is much
older than the Mandarin, almost
equaling in point of ago the Canton
tongue, or Cantonese. The same
thing may be said of the Swatow,
Amoy and Shanghai dialects. In
general we may say that the lan
guages spoken in southeastern China
show traces of the ancient Chinese
tongue, while the Mandarin tongue
is modem.—Ostasintischer Lloyd.
The growth of the people’s party
is so great in the north as to make the
old parties desperate, and the plan of
personal interview is now taking the
place of an open campaign. The
local committees furnish headquarters
witli the names of prominent farmers
who are now in the people’s party.
A letter like this is then addressed to
tham: “Senator So-and-so will be
at hotel in on the day
of , and would be glad to see
you.” This invitation the politicians
think will be regarded by the farmers
as a very great honor, and that they
will rush into the arms of the conde
scending senator, beg his pardon for
the third party and pledge eternal
fidelity to the rings and bosses. Farm
ers, were you ever befose honored (?)
by such invitations ? If you want to
see the big politicians do some toady
ing to you, just vote independent a
time or two. —Progressive Farmer.
The rotten-egg argument always
precedes the success of anew party.
| Many will read this who can remem
ber when eggs and stones were
thrown into anti-slavery meetings,
when anti-slavery speakers were mob
bed and even murdered, and when
anti slavery newspapers were burglar
ized and their material thrown into
the streets. History is repeating itself.
General Weaver is treated to rotten
eggs by the plutocrats of the south,
and Congressman Otis was recently
SINGLE COPY THREE CENTS.
egged on the steps of a Kansas hotel
in a town where he had just spoken,
by the plutocrats of Kansas. In the
south those who throw the eggs are
called democrats; in Kansas they are
called republicans, but in principle
and method they aro precisely the
same. Come out from among them,
all good people.-Pregressive Farmer.
Is there a Texan so unworthy, so
cowardly as to permit Senator Coke
to scare him away from what he
knows is right? In his Hillsboro
speech he said: “The hand that
scratches a democratic ticket in the
coming election, is the hand of a
traitor, and the owner of that hand
ought not to live.” He means to
bulldoze us, “by gatlins!”—Sout ern
Mercury, Dallas, Texas.
“IT MIGHT BE A GOOD DEAL WORSE."
The Black Boot black*h Philosophy of
Hot Weather ami Shipwreck.
“Good morning, suli; have a shine,
suh ?” said the black bootblack, as he
saw one of his regular customers
coming down the corridor. The reg
ular customer sat down in the chair,
inwardly prayed that none of his
friends might come along before he
got out of it and made some original
observation about the weather.
“Yes, suh,” replied the bootblack;
“it is sutn'ly a very hot day. I—
well—no, suh, I won’t say nothing
about it, because it might be a good
deal wus. There might be a big
flood or a wind to blow us all away.
Yes, suh, that’s what I always say
when I hear people talkin about how
bad tilings is.
“I says, ‘Don’t you go and say
nothing, because it might boa good
deal wus.’ I remember one time I
was out sailin with six other people
and four of ’em was ladies; yes, suh;
that was on the James river, and a
squall struck the boat and she was
just tippin all ’round, and the ladies,
they was just scared to death and
they all yelled that we got to go back.
“But, I says; ‘Don’t say nothing;
it might he a good deal wus. If we
try to go back the wind’ll hit us
harder and we might tip over.’ But
it wa’n’t any use; the ladies kept
hollerin that we got to go back, and
the captain put her ’round and she
got caught right between two waves
and she went to the bottom and five
of ’em was drowned. Yes, suh; all
the ladies was drowned and the cap
tain was drowned. I just struck out
for the shore, I tell you. I wa’n’t
goin to get drowned for nobody.
“Could I save any of the others? I
didn’t see none of the others; I didn’t
want to see none of ’em. I just got
to tho shore; that’s all I wanted.
Then I found a man with a boat and
we started out, and in a minute we
see tho other man .comin down the
river and we pulled him in, and the
ones that was drowned, some of ’em
wasn’t found for two days, and then
they was ’way down the river.
“That’s what I say, as long as I’m
alive it might be wus. I never hurt
nobody, and I don’t want nobody to
touch me. Anybody can steal my
money or my clothes or anything; I
just say, ‘Give me my life.’ They
can have anything I got, only
don’t hurt me. I know I got to die
some time, that’s certain, but I don’t
want nobody to murder me. No
change, sub? Thank you, suh.
Shine!”—New York Tribune.
No False Pride.
“Ain’t you ashamed to be seen in
der tabernacle in sicli raggedy pants ?”
said Whangdoodle Baxter to Jim
Webster.
“No, indeed, parson, I ain’t asham
ed. Dey don’t belong ter me. What’s
I got ter be ’shamed of ?”—Texas Sift
ings. _____
What the people’s party wants is
not to lower the condition of any
class hut to better the condition of
others. Not to lower the income of
any one below a point of comfortable
living, but to raise the income of
those who are now earning a comfort
able living but not getting it. It is
not necessary for a man to be a mil
lionaire to be happy. On the other
baud, under the present standard of
values, the presence of 30,000 million
aires signifies the presence of a vast
amount of poverty and want. Who
wouldn’t he a calamityite.—Plow Boy.
It seems to us that an intelligent
young man who is about to cast his
first vote will think long and seriously
before casting it for the old parties
simply because his father voted that
way. Young man, vote right—vote
for your mother and sister and for a
happy home for yourself. Be careful
how you vote —Litchfield (Neb) Moni-