People's Pilot, Volume 4, Number 30, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 January 1895 — “REPUBLICAN TIMES.” [ARTICLE]

“REPUBLICAN TIMES.”

THE G. O. P. IS NOW ON TRIAL. With the Certainty of a Republican House and Seuate After March, llusiness Even Grows Worse Than lieiuov—racy Made Iu [Oklahoma Stated The following is the sweet refrain that comes into the office of the State every afternoon. Going, going, la;»t call, “fine span of mules, 820, [ruing, last call, sold for s2(V’l These are good honest republican dollars, twenty-si* of them buy a pair of mules. “Goitlr. last call, horse, harness and cart for 513.25. g.'ing, going la|t call, and sold for SI3 25.” Honest dollars; thirteen and one quarter of them buy a horse, wagon and 1 ar* ness. Voti the republican and democratic tickets you whelps; “going, last call, a fine 2-yoar-old Alley, all sound and going for 87. “Last call and sold for 87.” It takes a 2-year-old filly to get seven of them. Which way did you vote at the last election you p.or dtvil of a farmer who exchanged the 2-year-old filley for seven honest dollars. "Going, going, third and last call, a fine horse and saddle sound in every limb and a good riding pony. Going, last call and sold for 83.75” good honest dollars; none of your silver basis about them. It is only the horses that are on the silver basis. Vote that way you whelps; vote for an honest gold dollar and put your horses upon a silver basis. And the above scenes can be seen every day. and are seen by 200 farmers of Oklahoma county, and the poor devils look on as though it was a huge joke on the poor devil w T ho is compelled to make the sacrifice. The other day a mule sold for 817 and dropped his ears in shame to think that he was worth so little. But 200 farmers stood by and it did not cause a blush of shame to come over their cheeks. The mule had sense enough to know that the transaction was a devilish shame. The pjor dupes of farmers had not sense enough to know it. They belong to the yellow dog crowd t.h«t “vote the ticket straight;’’ one of them voted as he shot; another one of them was born a democrat, his father was a democrat, and his father’s father was a democrat and he sucked democratic milk, and to tell the truth he was still a calf; and when night came they all ‘'went home to raise mules to buy honest dollars, the kind of which it takes a mule to get seventeen. And when election day comes we have to pit our intelligent votes against an animal of that kind—not tile mule but the man —and they call this popular government.