THE ORATOR

Dunstan Times, Issue 2482, 24 May 1909, Page 3

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 critical, blood's goin’ to be poured out like soapsuds outen a wash tub, and every man that’s got a soul as big as the white of a nigger’s eye ’ll fite, bleed, and die for his country. Them's the times—you want men in the councils of the nation that you can depend on—that’s me! Elect me to Congress, and I'll stick to you through thick and thin like a lean tick to a nigger's shin! I am not goin’ to make a electioneerin’ speech. I’d scorn the act. You know me —l’ve been fetched up among ye ; 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,' come down on my opponent like a thousand o* brick on a rotten pumpkin.”