THE ORATOR.
The following is the peroration of a grand effort made by a stump speaker desirous of representing his fellow-citizens in Congress. It is grand, lofty, stupendous" Time is :ritical, blood's goin' to be poured out like soapsuds outen a wash tub, and every mart that's got a soul as big as the white of * nigger's eye 'll file, bleed, and die for his :ountry, Them's the times--you want men in the councils of the nation that you cart depend on—that's me 1 Elect me to Con* gress, and I'll stick to you through thick and thin like a lean tick to a nigger's shin 1 t am not goin' to make a electioneerin' speech. I'd scorn the act, You know mfl —l've been fetched up among yc; already upon the wings of toplifted imagination, I fancy I see you marchin' up to the poles in solid phalanx, and with shouts that make the ear ring, ' Hurrah for Jim Smith,’ com* down on my opponent like a thousand O' brick on a rotten pumpkin."
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Dunstan Times, Issue 2481, 17 May 1909, Page 6
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175THE ORATOR. Dunstan Times, Issue 2481, 17 May 1909, Page 6
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