OLD-FASHIONED ORATORY.

Marlborough Express, Volume XLIII, Issue 105, 1 May 1909, Page 2

OLD-FASHIONED ORATORY.

"We don't have no sich forensic oratory as we used to have," said the old settler. "Lawyers nowadays don't orate; thej' only just talk. "Take old Bill K. Simmons, of Eau Claire. If Bill was defendin' a lowly chicken thief he'd speak with the tongue of angels. I'll never forgit the peroration of his impassioned philippic in the Clay Bull case about the poisoned cat. It run like this here."

The little thin old man rose, reared back in a defiant attitude, and shouted in the cracked treble of age: — " Restin' upon the couch of Republican liberty as I do, covered with the blanket of constitutional panoply as I am, and protected by the aegis of American equality as I feel myself to be, I despise the buzzing of the professional inseck who has just sot down, and defy his attempt to penetrate with his puny sting the interstices of me impervious coverin.' "