People's Pilot, Volume 5, Number 7, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 August 1895 — JOURNALISTIC JABS. [ARTICLE]

JOURNALISTIC JABS.

Conceding that ‘-Coin" is a fresh kid at best, he asks some exceedingly perplexing questions. —Hammond Tribune. When John Bull takes snuff all Washington nearly sneezes its head off. Mr. Bull has lots of fun with his American puppets and makes lots of money out of it. too. —Farmer's Voice It is stated on reliable authority that Mr. Horr was engaged by the New York Chamber of Commerce at a salary of *IOO per day and expenses to conduct the silver debate against “Coin" Harvey.—Chicago Sentinel.

“Gold is a substance of great changes in value." says the St. Louis Republic. Very true, and an industrial country cannot afford to base its business upon such a substance alone.—Progressive Farmer. If Mr. Horr had known when he entered Coin’s Financial School fora course of study that the schoolmaster was going to flog him everyday, observes the Evansville Courier, he would probably have abandoned the idea of seeking a thorough financial education.

We don’t want a money of the world, a commercial money to be bought and sold like a carload of potatoes, a money of the bankers or a money of Wall street, but the people’s money, issued in such quantities that a few Shylocks cannot corner it.— Farmei’s Voice. The government once more rushes to the aid of a corporation, this time beyond the jurisdiction of the American flag. It is the Panama railroad company, an American corporation which owns and operates the railroad across the Isthmus of Panama. The company is involved in labor troubles, and the Columbian government is not so ready to strike down the workingmen as the corporation desires, hence application for aid has been made to’the government at Washing ton. Secretary Herbert promptly dispatched an American war vessel Jfco Panama “to protect American interests,” of course.Progressive Farmer. The natural resources of this country are not yet half known,

says the Globe-Democrat, and yet we must be forced to the gold standard of finished old England, and our enterprising people cannot make a single advance in the development of our unknown resources without obsequiously paying tribute to a few British gold kings.—Progressive Farmer. It is said that the New York chamber of commerce paid Mr. Horr £IOO per day to conduct the debate with . Mr. Harvey. From the skmning plutocracy received at the hands of Mr. Harvey, no doubt but this same committee would give Mr. Horr another £IOO per day to stay at home. At any rate the gold bug bankers will never send Mr. Harvey another challenge for a discussion of the silver question. — Logansport Advance. This talk that some people are making that a single standard is better than a double standardise* minds us of the corpulent duck and the quack: “A fat oldduck, becoming too corpulent to stand on her feet, consulted a quack as to the best means of obtaining relief. He promptly advised her to cut off her right leg, assuring her that she could stand on one leg much easier than upon two. ‘Moreover.’ said he. ‘it is the proper caper, and by doing so you will retain the confidence of your neighbors, the foxes.' But no sooner was the leg removed, than she settled down in the mire, and became an easy prey to the quack and his friends.”—Tipton Union Dispatch. A curious sect —the Church of the Co-operators—has been organized in this city. They claim that there is no other means under heaven whereby a man can be saved; that the egotistic competitive system is diametrically opposed to the necessary law that man ought to do as he would de done by. For if it be one's habit of thought, in church or out, to scheme how he can get his neighbor’s job in the big ditch, or shop, or office, or pulpit. or how even he can extract the greatest possible sum from him for the smallest outlay, the tendency is to love one’s neighbor only as one loves a chicken, and if our competitive schemes succeed, the neighbor is sure to get it where the chicken got the ax, which, says this strange sect, is plainly contrary to the great command.—Seattle Populist.