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Speech of Antoil r. Wright At ' the Fourth District Meeting May Bth, 1906. I feel, my fellow-citizens, that I can discuss the issues of this cam paign with malice to none. I have no enemies that I know of to pay off and I have no private grudges to gratify. My sole desire in this campaign is to see the triumph of the principles for which the People’s Democratic League stands. I take it, my fellow-citizens, that no man’s pri vate life or* character is an issue in this campaign, unless it outrages our sense of public decency and ren ders him unworthy of public confi dence and public trust. It is inconceivable that there should be a political boss without a ma chine or a political machine without a boss. I believe that we have- the happy conjunction of both of these conditions in this community today. The first plank in the platform of the People’s Democratic League an nounces our opposition to bossism and its machinery. I believe that when the Citizens’ Club was appropriating this platform that with beautiful con sistency they took it all even includ ing this plank. It is inconceivable that there should be a political boss. I believe that we have the happy conjunction of both these conditions in this com munity today. The ’first plank in the People’s Democratic League announc es our opposition to bossism and its machinery. I believe that when the Citizen’ Club was appropriating this platform that with beautiful consist ency they took it all even including this plank. Now, my fellow citizens, is there a political machine in this community? We do not need any great logical ef fort to establish the fact that there is. Mr. Lawrence, who was elected to the legislature by the Citizens’ Club, at a meeting of the Citizens’ Club proudly proclaimed that he was “a machine made man” and I don’t think anybody doubts it. Mr. Osborne, in addressing ,a meeting of his followers some time since, during the past year if I mistake not, quoted with evident pride the saying of a North Georgia olitician, which was in substance he knew of only two perfect M^h^^ons —the Japanese army ana nKffii? M.nlie, n . a happy one, but in view of the fact that in the Fourth Dis trict they now have two political clubs —one a Mcßride Club and one an anti-Mcßride Club —its truth is, per haps, open to criticism. But the fact remains that the people of this com munity for the past seven years-have lived under the domination of a pow erful, compact and relentless politi cal machine whcse rule, to quote the words of Judge Adams, has been in tolerant and has become intolerable. My fellow citizens, is there a boss in this community? Suppose that you were asked to name the most important political personage in this community, what man would yon name? Suppose that you had a mat ter pending before the city council upon which you desired favorable ac tion, whose influence would you pre; ter to secure? [Suppose that you de sired to be appointed to some posi tion in the «city government, wins. suppCrt would you rather secure'and whose antagonism would you most fear? Suppose that you were a mem ber of the Citizens' Club —but I am not going to suppose an unsupposa ble case —-suppose that there is a Citi zens’ Club man in this hall tonignt and he desired to -secure the nomina tion of his party for any public of fice. whose support would he first seek? Suppose, my fellow citizens, you had streets to open, franchises to ask for or opposition to ward off, whose support of all men would you most covet? Is it the' mayor? Not at all. Is it anyone of the board of aidermen? Not at all. is it an;, man in the city’s employ? Not at all. To ask the questions that 1 have asked is to answer them. You know and any man in this commun ity knows, though he be of the dullest comprehension, that this communitv and the party in power has been and is absolutely dominated by one map, W|. W. Osborne. I take it that you agree with me that I am correct in both of these propositions; that the people of this community are dominated by a gross political machine, and that the ma chine, in turn, knows and obeys the voice of its master. I have no attack to make upon Mi. Osbore as an individual. I recognize that he is an able man, that he is a man of indomitable industry and I believe him to be a man of clean pil vate life. But, my fellow-citizens, I am utterly and unalterably opposed to that system of ’ government per- sonal government—which he has erec ted in this community. 1 do not be lieve that it is to the interest of any city to be governed by a ma chine. I do not believe that it is to the interest of any party or faction to be absolutely dependent upon the will of any one man. I believe that the inevitable result of machine rule is to bring into prominence men whose character and standing in the community would not otherwise give them the influence which they atttain. I believe that machine rule is un democratic and utterly subversive of the spirit of our institutions. I have not the time nor the inclina tion to go over every phase of ma chine rule as it exists in this city today, but, my fellow-citizens, how dangerous a thing it is when you find that the machine in this city has succeeded in muzzling, to a great extent, the public press of this com munity and is using its great powers to further its partisan ends. I do not want Colonel Estill or Mr. Sto- Vall to editorially endorse this move ment, for I extend to them the same right that I reserve to myself, that of following the dictates of their own conscience. If these gentlemen be lieve that we have a fair government, if they believe that everybody is get ting a “square deal,” if they believe that it is to the interest of this com munity to continue in power the Cit izens’ Club, then I have no criticism to make of them. But I do say when a movement is started in this com munity, composed of men of the character and standing of such men as I see before me tonight; when this movement is lead by men of as high character and standing as any in this community; then, my fellow citizens, I absolutely deny that any paper which holds itself out to be a public journal and purports to give the news, has the right to do anything else than give a fair and impartial report of what is taking place at our meetings. How deplorable is the con dition of this city and its press when, feeling that we are not getting a “square deal,” we are driven to the extremity of putting out our little sheet every Saturday in order to ad vise the people of what we are doing and saying. If I alone felt that we were not being fairly dealt with by the newspapers of this community, I would be inclined to doubt my con clusions, but when every man con nected with this movement from the highest to the lowest has felt his sense of justice and fair-play outraged, then I know that I cannot be mis taken. If such a speech as was made in the hearing of some of you the other night by Colonel G. Arthur Gor don, which, to my mind, has been the most important in this whole campaign, receives the scant treat ment which it did by the newspapers, how under the face of the shining heayens can we ever expect to get before the people the truth of the conditions existing in Savannah? 1 have no doubt but that when Colonel Gordon woke up that morning and read the report of his speech in the Morning News he must have said to himself: “it is all a mistake, I wasn t at that meeting at all, I don't recog nize my speech. ” And when he read it in the Press that afternoon 1 think that the only thing that really re assured him that he had been pres ent and delivered a speech the night before was that the Press printed an extract from his speech which had been typewritten and which Colo nel Gordon handed to the reporter. ’Now, my fellow citizens, this is a se rious conditions of affairs, it is a con dition that we are trying to meet as best we may and I desire to say to you that I consider it to be the duty of every man connected with this movement who has a spare dol lar in his pocket to go up to the headquarters of this movement and and subscribe to The Searchlight and further not only to read this pape. himself, but also to pass it along to bis neighbor. Subjected as we are to this com plete and absolute machine rule, it seems to me that it is the duty of every man to come forward and do everything that he can to tear down a, [machine which keeps in office such men as Garrity and Mcßride. 1 think that it is your duty to tear down a machine that extends immun ity from legal arrest to men charged with the gravest crimes. I think it is your duty to help wipe out of exist ence a machine that has notoriously protected the gaming houses and pol icy shops in this community; and, finally I conceive it to be your duty to rebuke any faction that has the effrontery, with the record which the Citizens' Club has behind it, to put out a platform reeking with hypoc risy. And furthermore, my fellow citizens, I take it that it is your duty to administer a rebuke to those men who for the sake of a paltry office have been tolled away from their al legiance and have allowed their re spectability to be made a stalking horse of by the party in power. The Small Girl Understood. Apropos the rapidly vanishing cus tom of saying grace at the table, a lady on one of the Guilford Avenue cars the other day was telling a friend how her little daughter expos ed what she termed her domestic im piety. “You know,” she said, “Grace will never miss anything in life for the lack of asking; and, though I warn her repeatedly not to ask questions, she heeds me not at all. I took her to have tea with Mrs. Blank not long since, and she was perfectly delight ed. She behaved like an angel until Mr. B. bowed his head to ask a blessing. Then she began to nudge little Mabel and to whisper. “Mabel did not reply, till a pinch more energetic than usual forced her to look up, which she did very rs r-roachfuily. “ ‘What is your paper saying?’ ask ed Grace, in a loud whisper. “ ‘Hush,’ said Mabel, reverently. “ ‘Tell me what he says,’ she per sisted. “ ‘He is saying grace,’ answered Mabel, in a low tone. “ ‘Does he mean me?’ “Mabie told her no, and tried softly to explain matters so she would be quiet. ‘He is asking a blessing,’ she said; ’just saying thank you.’ “ ‘Oh'. ’ said Grace, with a very su perior air; ‘you mean he is trying to be polite to Dod.’ ” —Baltimore News. Discount for Shortage. A couple evidently from an exceed ingly rural district recently presented themselves at the home of a Buffalo minister and announced that they wished to be married. The would-be bride was of a homeliness to cause one less pity for the blind, but the groom seemed satisfied, and as they possessed the necessary license the minister proceeded to perform the ceremony. “How much dew that come to, par son?” the man inquired, bringing a handful of silver change from a deep trousers pocket. “Name yer regular Agger that you charge th’ swells. I’m a-goin’ th’ limit, by jinks.” “Oh, I have no regular charge,” the minister said; “just give me what you think it is worth.” The groom turned and eyed the bride in a speculative manner. “She's a good gal, es she ain’t much on looks,” he said, thoughtfully, “an I’ll be gosh derned es she ain’t wuth a dollar an’ forty-flve cents!” He was about to hand over the sil ver, when the lady caught his arm, and deducted the five cent piece from the sum. “Wait, Si,” she said. “Take back this nickel; you don’t know it, but when I was a child I chopped off two toes with th’ hatchet.”—Harper’s Weekly. Would Have Women Police. Mrs. Charles Goldzier of Bayonne, N. J., gravely suggests to Mayor Gar ven of that city that women be em ployed on the police force. With equal gravity his honor promises to give the matter his careful attention. Mrs. Goldzier’s enthusiasm on behalf of her sex is well known. She is a member of half a dozen clubs in New York, be lieves in the single tax idea and is prominent in equal suffrage circles. BIG FREE ACTS Band and Concert Every afternoon & night, at the CARNIVAL GROUNDS Corner Whitaker & 4othSt Entire Week May 14th to toth Everything New & Up=to=date‘ Robt. Zack, Carnival Grounds. Bell Phone 729. Ga. Phone 136. Liberty Street Pharmacy H. C, FRECIL Ph. G., Proprietor. Soda Water, Cigars, Perfumes, Toilet Articles, Etc. Prescription Work a Specialty. Liberty and Montgomery Sts. HOME MADE BREAD The kind our Mother Made. A Pound Loaf 5 Cents. Buchheit’s Bakery, West Broad and Henry Streets. JOHN COTTINGHAM. OCEAN CAVE SALOON, Drayton and Broughton Streets, SAVANNAH, GA. High Grades Os Wines, Liquors and Cigars. Cold Ale; Beer, Porter on Draught. Full view of the Champion Pugilist of the World. Foreign Money Exchanged. TO ALL WHO G'RVM'BLE sou that only appear contented When you are grumbling about your lot. Mainly because of a much lamented Absence of all that you haven’t got, Listen to me. for I bring you healing— If you would scatter those moods away, If you would conquer that injured feel ing, Listen to me, I say. Years ago, for a certain season, I was a pessimist (strange but true), And. as a matter of fact, with i-eason, Not for the fun of the thing, like you; All that I merited, looked for. built on. Seemed to be doomed to a fatal slump; Mine was the mental complaint which Milton Happily termed the Hump. Came a night—and of all Decembers That was the vilest—l sat alone. Bitterly smoking before the embers, Hugging my grievance, and making moan; Out in the onen a biting blizzard, Whirling the gravel about like snow, Froze the marrow, and turned the gizzard Inside out, at a blow. Then I said, this is something childish (Which was a fact), and I crossed the room, . , ... Flung up the blind, and with sour disrel ish CUSTOMS OF THE MASAI Sir Harry Johnston writes of the Masai, that African race which has been giving so much trouble to Ger many of late: “The young men are all warriors, theoretically, between the ages approximately of 17 and 27. When in this stage they are known in their own language as el moran. They pull the head hair out to its greatest length, even sometimes twist ing and plaiting fiber and string into their wool. The hair is then thickly coated with mutton fat and red clay and tied into perukes. All hair on the face and body is plucked out by iron tweezers. Tire skin is kept constantly lubricated with mutton fat riiixed with red clay, but as a rule the body is not disagreeably oily, and this lubrication only has the result of giving a beauti ful polish to their statuelike forms. “As regards the body, there is prob ably no more beautifully formed type of man than the young Masai warrior. SET 'DOCTO'R AGAINST ‘BACOJ'i Dr. John A. Wesner, the eminent i bacteriologist, practiced physics in the ' wilds of Northern Michigan before moving to Chicago fifteen years ago. His professional calls there often took him into the rattlesnake region. One spring night he was called to the rude cabin of a woodsman, some twenty miles away. A woman and her babe were ill. And while it was charity work, nevertheless he responded. Just before daybreak his patients were quieted and he had fallen asleep. As the doctor was tired out he asked if he could not lie down somewhere. In the rear of the cabin was a small detached room, used for a kitchen. In this was a cot and he soon was dream ing. “Presently I was awakened,” said the doctor, “by the noise of frying meat. It continued for a long while, ■so it seemed. I was there for a cou ple- of hours, and all during that time, the same dull, crackling sound dis- THE CLIPPER SALOON, I 208 Broughton St., West, near Barnard St., SAVANNAH, GA. • High Grades Os ( I Wines, Liquors and Cigars, Cold Ale, Beer, Porter on Draught. : Foreign Money Exchanged. Gazed for awhile on the roaring gloom; Till, on a sudden, my awe-struck glances Fell on a sentinel’s heav’n-sent form, Driven, by pressure of circumstances, Out in that beastly storm. High on a magazine, bleak and lonely, Nobly he paced his appointed beat (Rather like Casablanca, only That little horror complained of heat), Daring an enemy's foot to touch on his Windy preserves, he was hurled about, Getting his spine well iced, not to men tion his Gizzard blown inside out. Long I gazed on the gusty fellow; Gazed, till mine uglier moods were spent; Gazed, till my whole soul seemed to mel low Into a chastened and bland content; And. as I blessed him diew the cur tain. Leaving him on his wind-swept mound, Life, I remarked, though a bit uncertain Wasn’t so bad, all round. Grumbler, such is the Grand Idea: Surely the moral is plain to see; When you're in need of a panacea, Think of the sentinel—think of me! Turn to Philosophy’s consolation; Doubtless the gods may have used yot ill; But—by a Merciful Dispensation— Others are worse off still! —London Punch. I The face is sometimes in keeping with the body, but more often has a rathe? brutal aspect. The Masai are not pure negroes, but obviously received a very long while ago a slight infusion of I Hamitic blood from races dwelling to I the east of the White Nile. While | they are in the young-man-warrior I stage the Masai live principally on milk and on blood drawn from the veins of living cattle. They also oc casionally eat the meat of oxen, goats or sheep. - “When a Masai decides that he has had enough knocking about and has accumulated sufficient property on which to retire he decides to marry. This is usually about the age of 27 to 30. After marriage he shaves his head, or at any rate keeps the hair of his head very close cropped. He ■ ceases to anoint himself with mutton i fat and definitely ranges himself with . the old men.” i turbed me in my semi-stupor. When ■ I awoke, sure enough, there was a woman over the stove. ” ‘Been frying a lot of meat, have n’t you?” I asked. “ ‘No,’ she answered, T have just commenced.’ “ ‘Well, somebody has been ahead of you cooking bacon,’ I said to her; ‘and apparently enough of it to supply all the logging camps between -here and Duluth.’ “ ‘Oh, no,’ she replied. ‘That noise you heard was Pete’s rattlers over there in that hogshead,’ and lifting the cover she showed me a mass es wriggling, writhing red-skinned rat tlers—about 200 of them. I did not wait for breakfast, but hastily exam ining the sick, again saddled my horse and hit the trail back to town. “And not since that experience," continued the doctor, “have I been able to eat fried bacon.”— Chicago American.