THE FAKMJ4RS' ALLIANCE: LINCOLN, NEB., SATURDAY, SEPT. (j, 1890.
CAMPAIGN SONGS.
0 'fl bWIIO HAS MANAGED?
'.Tune 20 Yea lis Auo..Y12'J
I've traveled through the state, dear
We long have lovel so well; Tom,
And what's the matter with things
J want to have you tell. . here
The working class are very poor
I've looked them o'er and o'er
Say who has managed this great state
For twenty years or more?
You mind well where the Cottonwood
Flows down towards the Blue,
Where we one time went after wood,-
Hid from the bloody Sioux.
Near where the Mayflower school
house stands
They chased the buffalo,
While we up near the bridge were hid
Some twenty years ago.
Soon schooners tilled with hardy men
Came o'er the barren plain,
And where last year was prairie grass
Were fields of golden grain.
Snug homes were built and orchards
Ah! will we ever know made;
To gain homes what plots were laid,
Some twenty years agoV
Of all the men who helped to change
This land from desert plain,
LVnt very few are left we know;"
The others have again
Been driven as we once drove
Red men and buffalo
Robbed of the homes for which they
Some twenty years ago. toiled
The men who seitled up these plains
When they were in their prime
Are gray haired now hard toil has
Them old before their time, made
With splendid crops of stock and grain.
They're poorer than before:
Say who has managed this great state
For twenty years or more?
The negroes of the south, dear Tom,
Before the cruel war,
Were better sheltered, better fed.
And better clothes they wore;
Yet slaves through all the year ne'er
So hard on earth before, worked
Say who has managed this great state
For twenty years or more?
The only ones who've prospered here
It made xiy blood to boil
Were bankers, lawyers, railroad men,
Or men who never toil.
Why they should now own all .the
I've pondered o'er and o'er: wealth
Say who has managed this great state
For twenty years or more?
Mrs. .1. T. Kellik.
Written tor The Alliavck by Mrs. J. T
Kellie. THE DONKEY'S SONG.
Tune Johnny comes mauchin; home.
As 1 close to the railroad camp passed
by the other day,
I much delighted was to hear the long
eared donkey's. bray,
It sure was Howe's and Holdrege's
voice, and this they seemed to say:
Oh, Thomas Benton is the name,
Yonc huh, yonc huh,
That is well known to railroad fame,
Yonc huh, yonc huh.
Leese traitor to the railroads turned, -But
to his sorrow soon he learned,
We had our own way
'When Tommy was on the board.
CHOIU'S.
When Tommy gets on the board again,
Yonc huh, yonc huh,
When Tommy gets oh the board again,
Yonc huh, yonc huh.
Us poor railroads will have a show
For by the past we surely know
We'll have our own way
When Tommy is on the board.
Oh, Tommy, we are not afraid
Yonc -huh, yonc huh.
We keep in mind the bargain made,
Yonc. huh, yonc huh.
To hide the cheek of'brass he stole
He gave a mortgage on his soul.
Which gives us our way
When Tommy is on the board.
When we steal half the farmers' grain,
Yonc huh, yonc huh.
Shrewd Tommy, he does not complain,
Yonc huh, yonc huh.
But coolly looks each office oer.
And finds place for one brother more.
Yes, we've our own way
When Tommy is on the board.
VOTE FOR RIGHT.
Tune Let us Walk in the Liuijt.
It is voting that must give,
In his sight, in his sight,
Laws by which to starve or live,
In the sight of God.
chorus.
Let us vote for the right,
Vote for right, in his sight. .
Voting ever for the right
In the sight of God.
By our votes we must supply
Unjust laws or just laws,
For our children ere we die.
In the sight of God.
Think of this when you shall stand,
In his sight, in his sight,
With a ballot iu your hand.
In the sight of God.
Vote the weak to more oppress,
Make them slaves, in his sight.
And we hear our Lord confess
"This ye did to me."
Vote for justice to the poor.
For the right, in his sight.
And his blessing ye secure,
"This ye did to :-ae."
Pray to haste the glorious day,
Peace on earth, good will to men.
Let us vote the way we pray,
In the sight of God.
Vote no more for party then,
But the right, in his sight. .
Vote for measures, not for men,
In the sight of God.
Mrs. J. T. Kellie.
Tragedy in the Swamp.
from the Detroit Free Press.
It wns down on the Great Jackson
oute. A fteigrht train had met with
m accident, and so our train jroinir
tuth was off time and had to run in
jn a siding and wait for the lijLrht
ainjr express coming: up from New
Orleans. Many of us were strolling
about, picking: blackberries or gath
ering flowers, when some one sudden
ly shouted:
" "Everybody keep quiet and listen.
Hark!"
It was the deep, far-away bay of a
hound, and after a minute we realized
that it was coming nearer.
"The dogs are running a deer!"'
shouted one, "and if we string out
we may get a shot!" -
Fifteen or twenty men, each with a
revolver Strang out alonjr the track,
find just then. we heard the iron rails
begin to signal that the express was
corning. Two minutes later we heard
her whistle. There were three or four
dogs in the chase, and a they drew J
nearer it was evident that the game
would cross the track below the
bridge, We ran down tm it. though
no one cared to risk the crossing.
We were' hardly there when a coal
black negro, bareheaded and in rags,
leaped out of the bush on the track
and stood facinsr us. The dosrs had
somehow lost him, and were baying j
in the thicket lorty rods away. ,
What his crime was we could not
say. He was a big fellow, and as he
stood there, arms folded across his
leaving breast, his face' had a. terri
ble look. He was only a pistol shot
away, but no one raised a weapon.
On the contrary, one of the crowd
shouted to him:
"Off the track or you'll be killed!"
He turned and saw the express
thundering down the level stretch
and, then faced us again. The engi
neer blew an alarm, but he stood
there like a rock. The train was
running over that stretch as a pigeon
flies, sparks of fire flashing from the
rails, and a great cloud ofdust whirl
ing behind it, and the speed could
not even be checked. The black man
looked neither to the right nor the
left. The dogs were coming nearer,
but. they were too late. Those who
did not turn their faces aside saw the
pilot liing him fifty feet high, and, as
the body fell, it splashed into the
creek at our feet, and lay there, only
half hidden by the shallow waters
bruised, broken, dead. It had scarce
ly struck the water when five or six
dogs broke from the thicket and
crossed the tracks, and close upon
them were three or four men. They ,
were too Late. The hunted man had
taken his choice of how he would die.
The Next Apportionment.
On the present basis of representa
tionone congressman is accorded to
each group of 151,012 inhabitants.
The population of 1880, on which the
present 'apportionment was based,
gave 325 members to the house. If
that basis is maintained under the
new enumeration, the number of tep
resentatives will be increased to
about 427, and this number must be
added at least six from the six new
states. On the other hand, if the
present membership of the house be
deemed large enough, the basis of
apportionment, must ' be advanced
from 151,000 to 200,000 inhabitants.
In that case Massachusetts, with a
population of not much over 2,100,
000, would lose two congressmen,
Connecticut's representation would
be reduced from four to three, Ver
mont's and Khode Island's Irom two
to one. New Hampshire's probably
the same and Maine's from four to
three. , In short, New England's dele
gation in the house would be reduced
from 26 to 19 or at most 20. The
other eastern states would doubtless
suffer in the same way to some de
gree; while the western and southern
states would gain in corresponding
proportion. The states which would
lose by an increase of the ratio ol
representation will of course vehe m
ently oppose any such move, as has
been the case in the past, hut it is
generally conceded by all disinterest
ed people that there should be no en
largement of the house membership
under any circumstances.
To Mend Rubber Shoes.
It is sometimes very convenient
to have a cement lor India rubber,
by means of which a worn spot in
t he overshoes, or any rubber article,
may be repaired without expense or
trouble. To make a small quantity
of such a cement, sufficient to keep
for emergency purchase 5 cents'
worth of red rubber lrom some deal
er in dentists' supplies. Cut it into
bits, put in a bottle, and cover it
with chloroform. In about ten
minutes it will be dissolved. It
should be a pplied with a brush like a
mucilage brush. Do not leave the
bottle uncorked for an instant, ex
cept while removing the brush, and
apply the cement as rapidly as pos
sible, or it will harden. Where there
is a large hole a piece of what is
known as "rubber dam," which may
also be purchased from a dealer in
dentists' supplies, may be useful.
Cut out a piece of this of suitable
size, fasten it over the hole with a
few stitches, and brush over the rub
ber with the cement. Care should be
taken not to inhale any chloroform,
nor to leave this cement where chil
dren can get to it.
The Lightning Rod Season.
Now is the time for inhabitants ol
the rural districts to conjure up th
annual thunder storm scare and in
voke the shade of Ben. Franklin by
converting houses and barns into
the semblance of colossal metallic
porcupines. Scoffing neighbors con
sole them with jeers, but perhaps
erect wooden rods to scare away
that "hardy perennial," the light
ning rod agent. Something is to b
said on both sides of the question.
It is quite certain that a well ground
ed network of conductors will avert
to a very great extent danger from
lightning, but it is extremely likelj
that the same result is not attaina
ble by the average rod that thrusti
its point a few inches above the chim
ney top. It is well to remember that
a few tall trees around a house form
a very efficient and artistic system
that is always well grounded and
never needs overhauling. -Electrical
World.
Making A Man Crawfish.
When five or six men get together
and begin to tell stories there is
al ways m o re or lees ly i ng d one, ear
pecially if they are only casual ac"
quaintances. Going down on the
boat from Natchez there were three
or four "rings which hung together,
and each of us told some pretty tall
stories. There was a man from Syr
acuse who' laid himself out for a
whooper, and when the rest of us
were, through he settled back and
said: . -
"Gentlemen, tke ship . whicli was
carrying me to India was burned off
the island of Borneo, and I got away
in a boat with a single sailor."
"When was this?" asked a native
Mississippian, who was taking a lot
of mules down the river
"In 1858."
"Exactly-go ahead.'
"We had neither water nor pro
visions in the boat," said the man,
"and after waifting for three days I
wanted to draw lots to see who
should die. The sailor refused."
"His name?" asked the Mississip
pian. "Foster, I beiiev."
"You are right; go ahead."
"I suffered one day more, andthent
as he slept, I killed him with my
knife and drank his blood. It saved
my life. Next day I was picked up
by a ship."
"And you killed the man, did you?"
"I did."
"And drank his blood?"
"Yes."
"Well, you are, the man I've been
looking for these many years. That
sailor was my brother my big broth
erthe only brother I ever had!"
"No!"
"Yes, he was. Some of those who
got away in another boat saw him
go off with you, and told me of it.
Stranger, the man who drinks my
brother's blood has got to die!"
"But you must be mistaken. I 1
hardly think bis name was Foster."
"Oh, ves, it was. Name was Fos
ter ship got afire off the island of
Borneo drifted about in a boat.
It's all stra ight, and now I want sat
isfaction. Have you got a bowie
knife about you?"
"Look here, boys," said the Syra
cuse man, as he caught his breath.
'I am in a box and have gotto make
a confession. 1 was Ivinsr about
that adventure Irom start tofinish."
"Sure of it?" demanded the Missis-
issippian, while everybody elselaugh
ed. "I know I was."
"Didn't kill my brother and drink
his blood?"
"Certainly not."
"Well, then, thnt's all right right
and I'm glad to hear it. I'm as hum
ble as a lamb on ordinary matters,
but when it conies to killing my
brother the only brother I ever had
why, who wouldn't fight?"
We asked the Syracuse man to give
us something else, but he wouldn't do
ft. He went off to his stateroom and
tied liis head up with a towel. N. Y.
Sun.
He Fiddled His Way.
From the Washington Star.
The following is an extract from a
letter received from a special agent
of the United States Census, detailed
to get data for the fish and fisheries
of South Carolina:
"I must tdll you how I worked B
1 got there late one evening, and
found everybody mum as an oys.
ter. I was in dispair until at last I
heard a man playing a fiddle in one
of the stores. I went in at once, and
after loafing around awhile asked to
see the fiddle. When I got it I drew
the bow over the strings, said it was
a good one, and handed it back; but
they saw I could play and insisted I
should try so I took off my coat and
sailed in. From that moment my
stock went up. In an hour I had
half the folks in town in the store,
the proprietor was doing a rushing
business, and so was I. I finally put
down the fiddle and addressed the
crowd, told them my business, antf
said that though 1 was willing to
play for them I must attend to my
work first, and invited all who were
engaged in fishing to walk up and
sign the pledge. Nothing was too
good for me. They wanted to fill me
up on beer, and I had more cigars
than I could smoke. They refused to
let me set 'em up a single time, and
when I wanted to leave town they
begged me to stay, or, if I would go,
to come back and locate. They hunt
ed up all the men I wanted, and
brought them to me or took me to
them in a buggy. I was treated like
a prince. One poor devil (colored) re
fused to answer my questions, and
one of my enthusiastic assistants
cracked him on the head with a beer
bottle so that he had to be carried
from the field in a disa bled condition.
"Well, I had a time, but I got every
body there was to get."
The Fish was a Fighter.
Some days, while wading and cast,
ing fo.r bass in Lone Stone Lake,
Wisconsin, I inadvertently stepped
on the spawning bed of a rock bass
or "goggle-eye," as they are some,
times called in the West, says a
writer in Forest and Stream. The
fish ran out, and a moment later
came back at me and struck quite a
severe blow on my leg as I stood in
the water. I stood quiet, and the
little creature it was only about a
half or three quarters of a pound in
weight ran at my leg again and
again, bunting quite forcibly with
its head. The whole demeanor o the
fish was one of great anger. As the
water cleared I could see it very plain
ly, and it could see me as well, but
it showed no signs of moving off,
and evidently meant fight. I stepped
away from its nest I had unfortuna
tely trodden upon, and its possessor
thta abandoned the fight.
LOW
We have bought our Fall and Winter Stock in Large
Quantities at Low Prices, and propose to let it out on a
small margin of profit. Prices can give you but little
idea of what we propose to do, but we invite you to read
what we say and then examine our Stock.
Good Gr.iy Blankets $ i oo, $1.25, $1 75, $2.50, $3.25 and '$4 oo'per Pair.
Good White Blankets .75, $1.20, $1.50, $2.00, $2.95 and $4.00 per Pair,
Red Twill Flannels, good quality, 20, 25, 30 and 35c per Yard. -
Heavy Canton Flannels d, 7 Sy'j,, 10, 124 and 15c per yard. ,
Good Unbleached Mudin 5, 6, 74, 8 and 8.13C per Yard.
Bleached Muslin 6 7, 9 and 10c per Yard.
The above
Stock, but will
All we want is
MILLER
135 to 139 South 11th St.,
BOTTOM FACTS.
The $400,000,000 which the producers
of the United States are paying as a
yearly bonus to the private parties they
allow to claim ownership of their rail
roads, absorbs upwards of a quarter of
the net annual product of our farms,
mines and manufactories. But this is a
trifle compared with what we are
mulcted in our folly for allowing
PRIVATE PARTIES TO RUN OUR BANKS.
Money is a public thing. It is a crea
ture of the body politic of law. Its
value depends on volume, as compared
with the volume of trade. Congress is
charged with the duty of regulating its
value, but, in practice, has allowed
some 4,000 private banking institutions
run solely for private profit to do the
greater part of the regulating. They
have expanded or contracted its volume
as suited their own purposes from time
to time, and have squeezed the public
at their own sweet will. New and then
a state has' tried to 'TeeuHte" them,
but they are not to be regulated. The
people " are mortgaged to them now to
such an extent that almost the Avhole
surplus product is absorbed in interest
it is hopeless to talk of redeeming the
principal. These banks hold
National debt iffiSmnno
Business paper S'SK'fJS' iXk
State and local bond ... rMM2K
Mining and manf'g bonds t''iCS'i
Farm mortgages tstm,uuu,tu
Total $ 17,000,000,000
Out of this they manage to squeeze
somewhere about the following:
National debt at 3 per cent . ffi!0
Business loans at 8 per cent . .... . . 160 .000.000
State and local bonds at o per cent IW..CW
Mining and manfg at 10 Per cent . . 4GO.nO0,000
Farm mortgages at 8 per cent 640,000,000
Total 1 $1,330,000,000
This to those who produce nothing,
for the handling of money is iu no sense
a productive industry, and yet in the
face of all these facts there are those
who tell the Ohio farmer that all will
be lovely if he can get a high enough
tariff on wool! There is but one rem
edy: Private banking must go. Ihe
money of the people must be handled
by the people through their agents and
for the profit of the whole people. The
private bank must, give place to the
postal bank. What is good security for
a private bank is good enough for- a
United Statos postal bank, and the pos
tal banks will not charge usurious in
terest, or make money "tight when
the people need it most. The postal
bank could give business loans, farm
ing loans, manufacturing and mining
loans at 3 per cent. What the people
now pay private parties $1,300,000,000
a year for, they could get from the pub
lic treasury for $700,000, TOO a year;
$500,000,000 a year in their pockets, and
the $700,000,000 a year they pay the
government for the money they use
would run the government and remove
the need of any other form of national
taxation. Is it any wonder the farmer
is hard up, when he is skinned of his
whole annual surplus by the railroad
and the private bank? . Is it any won
der that he is skinned, when for the last
twenty five jears he has been sending
bankers and railroad directors and at
torneys to skin him? He ought to be
skinned!
The above is from the pen of L. B.
Tuckerman in the Ohio Farmer. We
cannot guarantee the correctness of
the figures he gives, hut of the truth of
the principles there is no doubt what
ever. The main idea is that capital in
a moveable shape, such as money and
bonds, is used to control the entire in
dustry of the country and greatly
to the cost and detriment of those
whose labor produces the wealth. Ac
cording to the figures of Mr. Tucker
man, more than a billion dollars is paid
annually to those Nvho, he says "pro
duce nothing," for the handling of
money is in no sense a productive in
dustry. ' .
This is true. The handling of money,
which is a thing having no intrinsic
value, is not a productive industry, and
for that reason no greater tax should
be paid for it, than the mere labor is
worth. There is no fact that is now be
coming to be better known than that
the making of our exchanges is costing
us too much . The cost of transporta
tion and money are eating up the profits
of the producers . and transferring the
wealth of the country to those who cre
ate no wealth whatever. Journal of
Agrrcvlture.
PRICES
1
covers but a small part of
give you some idea of what
an opportunity to show the
Very Respectfully,
&
FARMERS' ALU W BUSINESS AGENCY.
J, W.
We are in a position to quote prices on all kinds
of goods in the house or on the farm, and are always
ready to serve our people in purchasing goods at
THE LOWEST CASH PRICES,
And any goods our western markets do not afford,
we have avenues opened up by which, we are able to
secure r
FACTORY PRICES I THE EAST.
We call especial attention to Flour which we
WHOLESALE PRICES AND GUARANTEE ITS QUALITY.
Also we order Coal shipped direct to your place from- the -inines:
Farm Machinery of all kinds ; "i;"J '-
AT PRICES NOT TO BE DUPLICATED ELSEWHERE.
Road Cart only $10, and an Endle Viriety of Buggies and . Wagons which it will pay you
well to inquire about.' We have on hand a few barrel of Anti'Trnxf Sugar at 5 1-2 e.,
n ice and pure: aho a very fine Egg-white O . sugar at 0 vis. Superior nan-dried Japan
Tea in one pound package at -i0 cte. Price List of Goods on 'application;
These Prices are to .Members of the Alliance only. All Communications will receive Prompt Attention. Call at
Agent's Office; 245 South Eleventh Street, LINCOLN, NEB.
PORTRAIT
Studio over Exposition Dining Hall, between llfch
and ISth Streets, Lincoln, Neb.
Portraits enlarged in crayon "from photographs in the highest style of
the art, at reasonable prices. Satisfaction guaranteed. Examina
tion of work invited, and' orders and correspondence solicited.
If
Good Calicos from 3c per Yard up.
Dress Flannels 38 inches wide 25c per Yard.
Dress Tricot Flannels 54 inches wide 39c per Yard.
Ladies' Underwear 25, 50, 75 and $1.00.
Children's Underwear from 10c up.
German Knitting Yarn, good quality, 80c per lb.
PAINE,
HARTLEY, State
BURKITT,
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our Immense
we are doing.
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Lincoln, Nebraska,
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