Democratic Sentinel, Volume 20, Number 41, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 October 1896 — LOWEST YET FOR CORN?’ [ARTICLE]

LOWEST YET FOR CORN?’

Yesterday when work was ever. And the evening doting down, Heading through the evening paper News of country and of town. Glancing at commercial columns To learn how trade had ruled since morn, I saw, in striking type, a headline Reading: “Lowest yet far corn!" ••Lowest yet for corn!” What of it 7 Surely, nothing new to hear; Every week tells the same story, Month by month and year by year, ••Lowest yet for corn!” Consider— Though the story may be old— There are those who have to suffer Every time the tale is told. Every time the tale’s repeated Unto ears well-nigh forlorn Some surviving hope’s defeated, Hearing: “Lowest yet for corn.* Bat I fancy some are saying: "It is safe at all events; Safe to say Chicago market Won’t go under twenty cents} W i those fearless speculators the chance before them her They’ll become bold operators”— And—“ There’s nothing left to fear." We have heard some such assertion Bravely made from year to year; “Lower than this last quotation, There is nothing left to fear." “Nothing left to fear!” Where are they? Who are left with strength to cope With this ever-downward pressure? No! There’s nothing left to hope! Nothing left to hope; if wisdom Has not yet the lesson taught, Dy the striking down of silver Has the wretched wreck been wrought. Nothing left to hope! Remember! Back in eighteen seventy-three Gold and silver both sustained us, Silver coinage then was free. Unrestrained each noble metal Aided all the works of man, 'r Each in turn relieved the other * ;i '• On the bimetallic plan. Ij j Only once or twice this nation ' "’ T ." Had endured a panic’s sway, ’ Now, like any poor relation. Panic comes full-dressed to stay! • Dismal periods of depression, Disappointment on all hands. See us raise in sad succession Half-priced crops on mortgaged lands. Half-priced crops, which in the selling, Leave such small rewards to toll, Sorrow quarters in the dwelling Of the tiller es the soil. Cunning tricksters said though silver Had been been king in days of yore, Now its royal reign was ended, It should be free-coined no' more. Thus by tricks that treason played us, • Blivet's coinage rights were sold; And Che crime’s results have made us Slaves to Europe and to gold. J»at!ently till now we’ve borne it, But the outlook growing worse, Xove of country! Love of freedom! Call us now to end the eurse. We have got a heaven-selected Champion by God’s good grace, •?/. IBryan—by our votes elected — To the nation's highest place. JBryan, and our silver treasure, Free-coined debars bright as mom, JBanish sorrow! Welcome pleasure! Danish "Lowest yet tor CornX’ _H.de B.