People's Pilot, Volume 4, Number 33, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 February 1895 — NATIONAL CIRCUS. [ARTICLE]

NATIONAL CIRCUS.

CONGRESS TRYING HARD TC PLEASE ITS MASTERS. Mrs. Annie Digras Feels Like Waking Them Up —Would Eike to See a Real Woman lu the White House. [Correspondence. Topeka Advocate.) Plutocratic pirates and gold buccaneers Jiave full control of our once glorious ship of state. The few congressmen who have consciences and souls are perfectly helpless in the clutch of these high handed usurpers. It will never be different. The general public will never be served by the national congress until the two old party machines are broken, and a new element gains control! a new party which will come into power forthe express purpose of serving the people instead of the plunderers. There isn’t the slightest use in looking to congress for anything save that which will enhance the fortunes of the greedy gluttons of fortune. It is a foregone conclusion that whatever legislation gets through this session will be such as will please the privileged class. This state of affairsis so fixed that it is of little interest even to watch the gyrations and listen to the vaporings of the honorables while making grave pretense of serving their country. The currency bill is under discussion in the house to-day. There was a comical performance going on when 1 entered the gallery. A big republican fellow from down east 'was reading his speech in thunderous tones, and it was so evident that he was making that speech to his constituents that no one in the house was listening. I think he must have been trying to “holler" loud enough for his down east neighbors to hear him. He stood first on one foot and then on the other, thrust his hands into his trousers pockets while reading a page of his speech, which was bolstered Up before him on a pile of books. Every few minutes his voice would tie up into a shrill sort of a yell, in order, I suppose, to give extra emphasis to the profound stufl he was getting off on the money question. Here is one sentence which this orator shrilled out in extra high pitch: “Would 1 retire the greenbacks? Yes. I would.”

The old chump! I wanted to throw something at him. If I could have aimed straight at that pile of books which supported the dreary stuff he was reciting to a suffering house, 1 would have been tempted to throw and risk arrest by the sergent-at-arms. Retire the greenbacks indeed! What for, I Would like to know? Is it because they are the best money a nation or people ever hand? Is it because they carried the country through a terrible war? Is it because they are connected with the memories of Abraham Lincoln's administration? Ah! what patriots these latter day repub lieans are. I stood all of this rattling idiocy that was possible without becoming unamiable, then departed for the senate. The show was different there, but quite as farcical. Another down easter (this one a democrat) Was reading his oration on the Nicaragua canal bond steal. Of course, he was iff favor of it. but his speech was in lovely Contrast to the orator at the other end of the capitol. The senator was spick and span just out of a band box, as to dress, lie handled his gold eye-glasses dextrbusly, and spoke in modulate.! tones. Nobody was interested, of eouise. There was not a dozen senators in the chamber. * Merciful heaven! what is a woman made of who can be so heartless and selfish with such boundless opportunity and means to bless and brighten other lives that the President's wife has at her command? Oh, for a woman, a woman of the people, a woman with a soul, such a woman as Mrs. John Davis or Mrs. Simpson to occupy the white house and use the Dower and privilege of her position to make other lives brighter.

Frances Cleveland is a woman 1 after David Overmyer’s own heart (1 11 not say soul —I don't think he has one). Mr. Overmyer’s kind of women are of the selfish, society sort; women who wouldn't do so unwomanly a thing for the world as to go to she ballot box and cast a vote for a better and more Christian order of business and of society. but who would feel entirely delicate, refined and womanly without even an excuse of a dress above her shoulders and not a vestige of a sleeve, submitting to be gazed at and hugged by any drunken loafer who begged for a waltz, provided, of course, that the loafer was titled or rich. Annie L. Diggs.