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Russel C. Lynch, Shinnston, W. Va.
J. E. Rankin, Nettleton, Miss.
P. M. Hill, Warrenton, Ga.
J. A. Murray, Roan’s Prairie, Tex.
J. W. Bellows, Danburg, Ga.
T. A. Drinkard, Glass, Tex.
G. B. Crane, Dixie, Ga.
Mrs. Earle Overby, Watkinsville, Ga.
C. P. Dixon, Avera, Ga.
J. C. Downey, Battlefield, Miss.
J. F. Andrews, Arlington, Ga.
Hull 'Andrews, Cuthbert, Ga.
J. F. Maxwell, Resaca, N. C.
R. B. Gaston, Carrollton, Ga.
(To be Continued.)
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Watch Out, Colonel Scott I
Some weeks ago, The Jeffersonian put the
authorities of the Georgia Railroad on full
notice of the dangerous condition of the track
at Robinson station.
Mr. Nye, in person, examined the rails there,
while waiting for a train to pass, and made
some drawings to illustrate the fearful death
trap which was likely at any time to cause an
awful loss of human life.
These drawings were duly re-produced in
The Jeffersonian.
During the time while he was waiting for
his train to move on toward Atlanta, Mr. Nye
had some conversation with Mr. Bryan Cum
ming, Junior member of the firm which repre
sents the Georgia Railroad as General Coun
sel. It would seem that Mr. Nye got no
thanks for calling Mr. Cumming’s attention to
the dangerous condition of the track. On the
other hand, it would seem, from Mr. Nye’s
account of the conversation, that Mr. Cum
ming, treated him superciliously, if not insult
ingly.
Our readers will also remember that there
was a wreck at Robinson station a few weeks
ago, in which Col Scott, the Manager of the
Road, and Major Jos. B. Cumming, Senior
member of the firm of General Counsel/ were
caught but, most fortunately, not hurt. Many
others who were caught in the wreck were
hurt.
The Jeffersonian put Col. Scott on notice of
the perilous condition of the track, which had
long existed at Robinson, which had been
observed by citizens of the community and
which had been reported to the Section gang of
the Railroad.
The Jeffersonian likewise reminded Col.
Scott of the law of Georgia which makes him
guilty of murder if, by his criminal negligence,
human life is lost on his road.
But Mr. Scott is the most arrogant and
bull-headed of all the Southern Republicans
who outrage the Southern people in order that
they may pile up big money for these maraud
ing Yankee Corporations.
Therefore, Col Scott paid no attention to
the warning of The Jeffersonian.
The inevitable consequence has followed*
There was another wreck at last
Saturday night.
Almost by a miracle, the passengers came
out of it without loss of life.
How long is our Governor and our Railroad
Commission going to stand for this sort of
thing?
Obe Stevens, one of the Railroad Commis
sioners, galloped over the four prongs of the
Georgia Railroad inside of two days, and re
ported that the track was in excellent condi
tion. The report was false, of course.#
Facts, which speak louder than words, have
shown that it was false.
Everybody knew at the time that an exami
nation, much of it made at 40 miles an hour,
was the merest farce.
The continued wrecks that have occurred,
since the alleged examination was made, show
that the report was false.
The drawings made by Mr. Nye, and the
cumulative evidence of scores of disinterested
WATSON'S WEEKLY JEFFERSONIAN.
witnesses, prove that it was false.
Yet Col. Scott is allowed to have his own
way, without the slightest molestation from
our Railroad Commission—which is now cost
ing the people, in salaries alone, $25,000 a year.
Is there no relief?
Have the Yankee corporations got us com
pletely in their power? Must our wives and
daughters continue to stand around in the rain,
or cold, at the passenger stations of country
towns?
Are the editors and politicians never going
to help us get the same accommodations for
our wives and daughters that their wives and
daughters enjoy in Augusta, Atlanta, Macon
and Savannah?
Are we Country people never to have a
square deal? Are we always to continue to
suffer from wrecks and collisions which could
be avoided, if these heartless corporation
managers were made to do their duty?
How many wrecks should occur at the same
place, and from the same cause, after the
Manager of the road has had personal notice,
and after the lawyers of the road have had
personal notice, before the Governor and the
Railroad Commission will take a hand in the
matter?
GOVERNOR SMITH? FOR GOD’S
SAKE DO SOMETHING!
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To The Farmers 9 Union.
Gentlemen, the last one of you, from Presi
dent Barrett down to the humblest toiler who
has enlisted for the war, knows that The Jef
fersonian is with you, heart and soul.
You know that Mr. Watson understands
your case and wants you to win it.
Now listen:
You cannot do what you want tq do, un
less you adopt some definite line of national
policy.
You suffer from a national malady. Never
in God’s world can you be cured by anything
but a national remedy.
Co-operative warehouses won’t save you.
Co-operative stores, and mills, and factories
won’t save you. They are good, but they don’t
reach the seat of the disease.
Conferences with spinners are worse than
idle. The spinner’s interest is competitive.
The spinner’s purpose is antagonistic.
The spinner’s law is the yoke that now bends
your neck.
A brotherly inference between Growers
and Spinners is exactly similar to what a con
ference between wolves and sheep would be.
A brotherly meeting of hawks and doves
would be a sensible and natural thing compar
ed to these absurb conferences between the
Specially Privileged Manufacturers and the
farmers that are his victims.
Every time I see these Spinners coming to
a conference with the Growers, I can’t help but
think of the Trapper going to see what he has
caught in his trap.
Mv God? Can’t the farmers of the land see
anything?
Don’t thev know that the laws have been so
made that thev are caught in the Trap of the
Manufacturer? Don’t thev know that Cotton
Goods are sold by a Trust, while raw cotton
is sold by unprivileged individuals who must
meet the competition of the slave labor of
Egypt and Hindustan? Don’t they know
that the Trust sells cotton goods cheaper ev
erywhere in the world than here in the United
States?
The Tariff Wall shuts us in and enables the
manufacturer to charge us “all that the traffic
will bear.” Hence, the people cannot buy as
much cotton goods as they need. The prices
limit the sales.
Just as a to cent postage rate on letters
would mean that fewer letters wpuld be writ
ten, so the outraorous price’charged for cot
ton good-* diminishes the amount sold.
And of course this diminishes the demand
for raw cotton.
CAN’T YOU SEE IT?
A diminished demand for raw cotton, means
a lower price.
Isn’t that perfectly plain?
Then what is the remedy?
Remove the cause of the disease.
PUT COTTON GOODS ON THE FREE
LIST!
Then you’ll see the monstrously dispropor
tioned price of cotton goods come down, and
the price of raw cotton go up, until a fair
relationship, between the price of raw cotton
and the price of cotton goods, is established.
Lower prices on cotton goods means a great
er consumption of those goods. A greater con
sumption of those goods, means a greater de
mand for raw cotton. A greater demand for
raw cotton means a better price for-it.
Isn’t that perfectly sound reasoning?
Then what must the Farmers’ Union do to
win its glorious fight?
Put a demand on every Congressman, in
whose District the Union is strong, to give
his active support to vour cause by voting to
put cotton goods on the Free List.
The very agitation of this plain, practical,
common-sense policy will make raw cotton go
up.
And when Congress actually puts cotton
goods on the Free List, as it is bound to do
if the Trust continues its greedy, tyrannical
and unnatriotic course, the price of raw cotton
will STAY UP.
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Here 9 s a Riddle.
A bale of cotton, weighing 500 pounds, will
make about 3.000 vards of calico.
To make the calico, at the present prices of
cotton, will cost about $102.50 in all. *
The calico sells at 7 cents per yard. This
will be s2io for the 3,000 yards.
us sav that the Spinner only gets an
average of 5 cents a yard for his calico or
St so for the 3,000 yards. Tn that case, he
clears a net profit of $41.30, on each bale.
On a crop oft 2,000,000 bales, the spinner
will make a profit of $498,000,000? At 4 cents
per yard, he clears $216,000,000.
What do you think of that?
I can understand well enough why the Spin
ner puts himself to some expense and trouble
to meet the Grower in Conference.
He has a natural curiosity to see what such
a blamed fool looks like.
The thing which puzzles The Jeffersonian is
this:
How on earth does the Spinner manage to
keep his face straight when he meets the man
that he so easily, so constantly, and so unmer
cifully robs? .
This calico costs you from 6 to 8 cents per
vard. Therefore, vou sell 500 pounds of cot
ton for less than S6O and buy it back at more
than SIBO.
No wonder you are so prosperous that all
the Hute newspapers are asking you to ring
the bells, light the bonfires, toot the whistles,
blow the bugles, and do everything else in
God Almighty’s world excepting just one
thing:
Don’t study the construction of the trap in
which you are caught.
Keep on selling a bale of cotton at S6O and
buving it back at SIBO.
That’s one way to please the Privileged Few
who pocket the ST2O which you lose on each
bale.
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Justice to the Atlanta Postoffice.
After a careful investigation, I am convinced
that the blame for the late receipt of , The
Jeffersonian does not rest on the Atlanta Post
office. ‘
I think I have located the trouble and will
be able to end it ..
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