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| William H. Clark |
The
Cortland Democrat, Friday,
February 10, 1888.
Recipe
for Making "Statesmen."
Take a very small specimen—say a vendor of picture
frames—send him to the State Senate for his negative qualities. Direct him to
secure the appointment of an editor [Clark] in Cortland—no matter how unpopular—as
a member of the Local [Normal School] Board, and the election of another editor
in Syracuse as a member of the Board of Regents. Then have the Regent publish a
"ripping" article in his Journal extolling the "great"
Senator and have that article published in the paper of the "Local
Boarder."
The Local Board man will not be out done. He
will publish an article in his
Standard varying the other a little
and this will be quoted in the Journal of the Regent, and the "picture
frame" man of yesterday will be a "paper statesman" at least by
next week! If he will do "something
handsome" for a Troy paper and another paper "down the river,"
and send three dollars for a wood cut of himself he can lend it with his
additional puffs to the two first named papers and it will not be long before
his head will be swollen with ideas of comptrollerships, governorships and
presidencies.
Very light basswood timber is required
nowadays for "newspaper Statesmen." The only trouble is they don't last.
Watch Senator Hendricks. Even now then there is being a rod pickled for him [sic].
REPUBLICAN.
Some Snow.
The recent blizzard must have piled the snow up pretty lively in the
vicinity of Cincinnatus. We clip the following items from the Register, published
in that place:
In breaking out the road on West Hill, which
runs past Hawley's factory, a tunnel was cut through a drift fifteen feet deep.
Dr. B. Kinyon met with a narrow escape while
returning from a visit to a patient in German Friday night he was on the road between
Rev. O. Cooper's and L. Spencer's over which the snow was piled in monstrous drifts,
when his horse got down and was unable to get up. The doctor got out of his
cutter and unharnessed the horse, but was unable to extricate it. He then
endeavored to reach Spencer's, but the deep drifts nearly proved too much for
him and when he finally reached the house he was completely exhausted and
benumbed, and hardly able to speak. Mr. Spencer and his son found the horse
completely buried in the snow with nothing but the feet protruding. A trench
was dug and the horse finally extricated uninjured.
Taylor.
Mrs.
Philetus Tracy is dangerously ill with pneumonia.
There
is an immense snow-drift across the highway near Joseph Cass’s, which is estimated
to be twenty feet in depth, through which there is an arched tunnel about
thirty feet in length, for the passage of teams. Can any other town beat this?
Many
are having the measles about town.
We
were glad to see our sister town, Cincinnatus, represented in the correspondents'
column in last week's issue. We venture the hope that he or she will continue
to be one of us. Let us hear from other towns as well. Why not?
PAGE TWO/EDITORIALS.
Men
who work hard six days in the week, for wages, and earn good pay because they work industriously and skillfully in
this country, are getting very tired of having Republican politicians come around,
every year, about election time, and tell them: ''See what good wages our war
tariff secures for you."
American
workingmen earn better wages than European workingmen, because they do more and
better work, and they deserve better wages. Take the manufacturers of cotton, for
example. In the United States, a cotton weaver earns from eighty cents to $1.12
a day. In England, the same operative earns only sixty-five cents a day. Of
course, this shows how the tariff "protects" labor!
But
in a week, the English workingman makes, on the average, about 710 yards of cotton
print goods. In the same week, the American workingman makes 1,300 yards of the
same cloth. For each 100 yards of cotton goods he makes, the English weaver is paid
sixty-one cents. For each 100 yards of cotton cloth he makes, the American weaver
is paid forty cents. There is no "protection to labor'' in the war tariff.
The
American workingman gets more wages because he does more work, and it is about time
that he should be given credit for it.—Albany
Argus.
Little York.
MR.
EDITOR:—Our enemy is still sowing tares [weeds] in our democratic field. From
the front of the enemy we have attempted a flank measurement—and failed. We
have read in the [Toledo] Blade Senators Frye, Sherman, and we know not
whose speeches that Cleveland was a free trader, and if re-elected would become
a free-booter, reducing all the laboring men to paupers. That the only hope of
the country was in the election of Sherman, Bob Lincoln, Col. Fred Grant, or
any other man who had a happy faculty of spending the surplus most rapidly.
That the wool growers in all meetings of their clan, had resolved to go out of
the business, that it could be imported for a song a pound and the sellers
would sing it.
Now we prided ourselves on
being a wool grower and had written to several associations about becoming a
member, but most of them added the title of sheep-breeders also and we did not
press the matter. Our flock was not of that kind. It would come to us when we
called Nan! Nan! but when we really meant business we said, "come here Amos.''
Now
we resolved to go out of wool growing before this free trade tariff which
Cleveland was passing should make a pauper of us. We knew there would be a
strong family opposition from the old lady, girls, sons and son-in laws, for
they were all strong democrats, against our selling out the flock, as that
might make my neighbor a pauper.
But
this did not stop us from going out of the business of wool growing. We must
make a sacrifice for the good of the country. Patriotism and the Toledo Blade called for it—and we sacrificed.
We were down on our knees pulling the wool from the pelt that we might sell it
for shoe thread, when out rushed the whole family. We were down and it was a
long time before we were able to get up. There was so much hair and shreds of clothing
mixed with that wool that we shall never be able to sell it unless it is to the
knitting mills for undershirts.
At
the family reunion it was moved that there was raw material enough to start a
first class idiot asylum. After a prolonged discussion the sons-in-law carried
unanimously an amendment "That under the circumstances of the case we had
shown talents that would place us high on the record as the editor of a Republican
paper." This let us down easy but we can't sleep nights thinking of
the great number of lies that we would have to tell in that position and that
we could not tell them slick either.
Yours in utter sleeplessness,
ULI SLICK. [pen name]
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