People's Pilot, Volume 2, Number 51, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 June 1893 — Sherman Again. [ARTICLE]

Sherman Again.

On June 19th there will be gathered in Chicago representatives of all the banking institutions of the world, the skinners and robbers of mankind. In harmony with the eternal fitness of things, John Sherman, the arch enemy of his country’s welfare, will address this horde of concentrated greed. Though gain is their creed and robbery their profession, we’ believe John Sherman able to instruct them all. Who but he could in thirty years time have become five times a millionaire on an income that did not meet his expenses. Who except John Sherman could tote off forty two millions of government funds, use them four years, and not pay one nickle for their use? Who but John Sherman is shrewd enough to use government employes to build his barns and never be called to account for their labor? John is a scoundrel and will be at his best addressing such an assemblage of villains. John is growing old, and though the satisfaction is of a savage character, his outraged countrymen ought to be allowed to indulge it. According to Divine arrangement, the years are few in which to add to his deviltry,he must soon in accordance with natural law, “turn in,” and when he does, good men everywhere ought to rejoice. He has enjoyed the blessings of American liberty, but has always served British interests, and they are not unmindful of the service, for a ten thousand dollar picture of the old rascal is hung up in a room of the Bank of England. No man living or dead has injured American interests as much as has this man, John Sherman.

The Indianapolis Sentinel gives four columns of its valuable space to “Indiana Beauties,” taken from an article written by Mrs. Ida A. Harper in Demorest’s Magazine. The writer of this article gives pen pictures of nineteen beautiful, wealthy society women of this state. From these pictures one might be led to think that the women we daily meet, our wives, mothers, sisters and sweethearts are very, common “affairs.” These “Beauties” have all been reared in luxury, have grown up like pot flowers in a bay window. They have never known a single real or care. Their days

have been spent in the brightest sunshine and the softest breezes. While the common women of the state with ungloved hands have been toiling to keep the world moving, toiling to help multiply the comforts and conveniences of life, these “Beauties” have been treading banquet halls, walking through shady bowers, attending toilet, lazily reclining upon easy couch and chair—nothing needful, nothing useful have they ever done. In this four column article on these “Beauties,” never a word of real work, never a word of good act or deed but it is all about smiles, complexion, dress, grace, social refinement and mental charms. Never a thorn have these nineteen “Beauties” plucked from the path the weary and needy tread, never a pain nor sorrow have they tried to lessen; their life’s training and life’s work have been to entertain with elegance.” Let the writer of these pen pictures turn from the costly mansions of the ’McDonalds, the Hustons, the Studebakers and the DePauws; let her come out here where there is not a retinue of servants to wait upon her every step; let her listen to the rattle of milk pans in the good housewife’s dairy; let her slop the squealing pig in the muddy sty; let her pick mustard greens around the turkey pen; let her hoe cabbage, set hens, feed ducks and then see what kind of pen pictures of “Indiana Beauties” she can draw. “Pretty is as pretty does.” Dear “Society Beauties,” where do you get your feathers, who feeds you?