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Bellefonte, Pa., Oct. 16, 1896.
WHAT IS MONEY?
Moneys; my boy, is silver and gold,
Or a piece of pictured paper,
And they who possess it manifold
May cut any kind of a eaper.
Money, my boy, is a worshipped god
And a dearly treasured idol,
Often used as a divining rod
At burial, birth and bridal.
Money, my boy, does a world of good
And more than world’s of evil—
tiood when poured from the hand of God,
Bad if dealt out by the devil.
Money, my boy, does not grow on trees,
Is not always had for the asking,
Nor gathered in pockets from every breeze
Without much deceitand masking.
Money, my boy, will buy place and power,
Husbands and wives and divorces—
Truthful and false in selfsame hour,
Marshaling all kinds of forces,
Money, my boy it is sad to say,
Buys “body, soul and hreeches ;”
Ix a curse to those who day by day
Live only to hoard up riches.
Money, my boy, both rich and poor
Fall down on their knees before it.
No matter how it came to their door,
All are quick to receive and adore it.
Money, my boy, “What is it?’ you ask,
As itt were something funny,
A correct reply is no easy task,
Fer money is nothing but money.
Money, my hoy, alone by itself
Is naught but a name for riches*
And whether well or ill-gotten pelf,
That hinders and helps and bewitches.
But money, my hoy, doesn’t pass it by
When skies grow bright and sunny,
For it’s ten to one that before you die
You'll find it handy to have some money.
—Good Housckeeping.
MARK HANNA, MCKINLEY
LABOR UNIONS.
BY ALFRED HENRY LEWIS, IN
JOURNAL.
Scene— Waldorf.
Reporter—Do you expect to elect Me-
Kinley, Mr. Hanna ?
Hanna—McKinley
ident.
another.
As ruthless in politics as in business ; as
careless of public, as of private right, by
fair means or foul, by hook or by crook,
Mark Hanna wages his war and proposes
to land his men.
It is well to know these things, and a
world honestly, about its destiny is grate-
ful to Hanna for the black warning of his
words. Nor does a world despair. Wrong
does not always win ; right is now and then
the victor, and Satan has received a set-
back before now. Were a prophet in our
midst to day he would tell our red-faced
Lochial that McKinley is to pluck defeat ;
and in his overthrow Hanna himself is to
be crushed for the spider of politics that he
is.
This is a letter to workingmen. Their
foe is in the open ground. Their warmest
enemy, Hanna, a man who, for thirty
years, has torn at the flanks of labor like a
wolf, is in command. The field is strick-
en. By the prepense and open-eyed man-
oeuverings of money itself, this is a war
waged by the rich on the poor ; wealth
against perishing flesh and “blood. The
issue isn’t so much finance. The questions
truly at-bay are: Shall the many moil
and toil and sweat for a few ? Shall leech-
es suck blood ? Shatl widow’s houses be
devoured ? Shall the Pharisees sit in the
high places? Shall the money-changers
again occupy the temple ? Shall government
of the people, by the people, for the peo-
ple, perish from the earth? If the work-
men of the country - fail at this crisis to
successfully conserve their &wn, they de-
serve the fetters now forging for them, their
feebleness merits its loss. If institutions
which a Washington founded and a Grant
defended are to become finally the foot-
stool of a Hanna, the time has ripely arriv-
ed to find it out.
McKinley is of no present or future con-
sequence. Hanna is casting the shadow in
this campaign. The candidate is swallow-
ed by the manager. The Canton mute is
merely a syndicate’s entry for the White
House stakes. McKinley may be success-
ful, but he cannot win. The syndicate
wins. Hanna wins. McKinley may fin-
ish first in the race. But the syndicate
which groomed him, which drove him,
which put up entrance money and paid
stable charges, will pocket the prize.
Make the voiceless man of Canton president
and he will occupy the White House only
as the steward of a ring. He will hold his
office as the trustee of a coterie. He will
dispute its patronage and perform its func-
tions at the will and word of Hanna, and to
the sole end that the members of that syn-
dicate which invested its millions in the
capture of the place may in honor and mon-
ey profits gain those rewards for which
the whole piracy was planned. In such a
contest, having such an original, conducted
by such methods, for such black purposes,
and all beneath the domineering eye and
thuinb of Hanna, the sole inquiry is, Han-
na?
What is he? Who is he? How has his
past gone? Tell us of his deeds. Hanna
is the substance of the situation. MeKin-
ley is nothing but a name. It is 16 of
Hanna to 1 of Canton candidate. The syn-
dicate is in the saddle, the candidate is be-
neath it, with the syndicate bit in his
mouth and the syndicate spur in his quar-
ter.
NEW YORK
will be the next pres-
If we can’t win one way we will
« II
What is the matter with this smile?
Why should its accurate excellence be im.
punged or its generosity inveighed against?
They have bought McKinley—hbought and
paid for him like a horse—=this syndicate.
They have housed aud fed and financed
him for five long years to ride him to the
White House in 1:96.
They were brought to extraordinary ex- |
penditure, to an anticipated outlay and
forced to wipe him free of the mud and
stains of the Walker failure in 1893,
lex’s notes of haud to raven and to rend
him. What was a syndicate already afloat
with its enterprise to do? [t must pay
them ; and it gid.
And as this is read let Hanna answer for
the whereabouts of those 511.000 worth of |
Where are they ¢ Safe in the cluteh |
of the syndicate that paid the money and |
notes,
took them up. Safe in the vaults and the
Savings Bank of Cleveland, O., the busi-
ness home cf Herrick, the treasurer of the
syndicate and incidentially that scheming
body’s money headguarters.
Were the notes destroyed? No.
they given to MeKinley by these sons of
craft and thrifey millions who paid them
up and took their candidate out of the claws
of his creditors? No. The notes were not
destroyed ; they were not given to
McKinley ; they were preserved
and exist to-day that syndicate’s
title deeds to the candidate whose fight
they furnish and whose fortunes they pre-
tend to push while simply fostering their
own.
Those notes, $118,000, are in force, over-
due and unpaid. They could blossom to a
judgement in any court in the land. They
could to-day inspire a suit and put
wings to process against the candidate
whom the ring about assumes to love so
much. By the power of those notes of hand
they now put words in MeKinley’s mouth,
or strike him dumb. By their sway they
build a platform and he steps upon it.
{ McKinley is held in thrall and bond.
| Free, he was for silver and his record is
a record of silver. Bound and bought and
owned he is for gold. He is for nothing,
for anything ; he is here or there ; he is
silent or finds his voice at the orders of the
syndicate.
Isn’t it a dainty candidatorial dish to set
before a king—before the voters and kings
of America? And what a proud day would
dawn for the country when it inaugurated
a president utterly at the mercy of the ring
that girt him round.
Why don’t they give this man his notes ?
Why are these $118,000 of paper slips so
put to sleep in the vaults of the syndicate?
Is it for McKinley’s good or Hanna's good
that this debt of $118,000 is thus maintain-
ed a living, breathing, thing of law? Isa
country to be better served while a, syndi-
cate holds such a gun and a president is
such a target ?
There has been much to say of Bryan’s
youth. It had been better if McKinley
AND THE |
Out |
of the unexpected carte $112,000 of McKin- |
Were |
were as young. His superiority of years
| has only served to put his hand in the
i lion’t suvath of Hanna and make him the
| chattel of a money muddle, of which Han-
| na’s is director. Bryan is at least free.
! And a public might better and more wisely
| go with its interests to a free man, however
| young, than intrust its destinies to a cap-
I tive, however old.
| Let us bend to the lesson of Hanna.
There is but one Allah and Mohammed is
his prophet ; but one syndicate and Han-
i na is its dictator. Who, therefore, is Han-
na?
| Ome glance at him betrays his sort.
| There is violence in his coarse, ruddy face.
| There is avarice in his weazel eye, a money
j fierceness, just as one reads the lust of
{ blood in the lambent ferocity that glows in
| the eye of a ferret. He is a gross man,and
i runs to flesh like a draught horse. Standing
| 5 feet 9 inches, Hanna weighs 240 pounds.
! From the size of his collar and the size of
his hat o»2 might conclude that Hanna was
perhaps the man ordinary. This would be
a grievous error. He has force, he has
brains ; he has a persistency that never
falters, nerves that never flinch. Hanna
has courage of the sort that goes with eru-
elty. He was born for tyranny, for rapacity
without ruth and with a money appetite
that is bass-iike in its voracity.
Hanna is an egotist,and is never to think,
never to suffer for others. This shone
forth a ray of brilliant selfishness in the
war-wrung sixties. Hanna was twenty-
three when the war broke out, and without
wife or child to win him to his home. Did
he go? He never thought of it, and others
might march southward and waste their
blood and health, and lay their final hones
on Southern battlefields. They were the
fools of the world to men of the Hanna
kind of wisdom. He knew better than
battle ; he would stay behind and be rich.
While others did his fighting, Hanna, in a
safe place, piled up dollars for himself.
Yet Hanpa has courage ; he did not fail
the war for lack of heart. He preferred
peace and an easy plenty because he loves
himself much and the public little. It is
a notable fact that men capable of being
millionaires, whether the millions are got-
ten or still to get, go seldom or never to
war.. The Vanderbilts, the Astors, the
Goulds, the Russel Sages and the Mark
Hannas have no military tastes, no battle
records live in the annals of their houses.
III
Above it was said that this was written
to workingmen. It is. There are those
who labor with their hands and who win
their bread with the sweat in their eyes
who do not know Hanna. There are others
of this back bent, toil bitten description
who know him sadly enough. In the
starved coal fields of Spring Valley they
know him. In the Michigan mines, in
every half paid forecastle of the great lakes,
in the coal holes of Ohioand Pennsylvania,
wherever coal is dug and iron moulded and
oil is pumped ; on the street car lines in
Cleveland ; in all these places and in many
a dark corner besides, where labor is rob.
bed, they know Mark Hanna. And the
mention of his name is the signal for such
a cloud of frowns, such a storm of curses,
as publish him what he is—the oppressor
without merey of every man on his multi-
plied payrolls. Do you know where Gold-
smith says :
For him no wretches torn to work and weep,
Explore the mine or tempt the dangerous
deep ;
No surly porter stands in guilty state
To spurn imploring famine from his gate.
Hanna is in the exact opposite of Gold-
smith’s person. He is everything the vil-,
lage preacher wasn’t.
Hanna was born in 1837 ; just a shaving
less than sixty years of age is Hanna. He
was born in New Lisbin, Columbiana coun-
ty, in the State where he now lives. His
iron kind,and so in that dark cannon shak-
en hour of the nation’s peril Hanna filled
his pockets while others emptied their
veins.
~ Buch lack of patriotic purpose, such love
of self and pelf had their reward. Hanna
is worth over $20,000,000.
In 1864 Hanna carried to the altar the
daughter of Dan. P. Rhoades, himself a
coal prince and the founder of the D. P.
Rhoads Coal company.” The old man is
gone, and the concern to-day is the Mark
Hanna Coal company.
From groceries to coal, and from coal to
every fashion of money trapping went
Mark Hanna. One is a hunter, stark and
bold, who seeks his profit at noon and by
direct approach, winning, when he does
win, bydint of personal skill and strength
in his employment.
Such never grow'rich. There are others,
shy, furtive, not lacking co but
strong most in a foxy cunning,
the trappers of trade. They set mo)
traps, and then go about skinning thei
game.
Such as the lastis Hanna. He wins his
wealth by indication. He has the sordid
instinct that points the hidden dollar in
some covert of trade, as a setter points a
bird. Hanna ean take a dollar, make it
into a money trap, catch a dime with it.
He can set and attend to millions of traps
at once. And the decoyed dimes caught
by these dollar traps to die for Hanna are
as the sands of the sea every year. That's
how, in thirty years, Hanna heaps up al-
most a8 many millions.
Hanna not only succeeded to the Leon-
ard-Hanna grocery and the D. P. Rhoads
Coal company, but he organized the Buck-
eye Oil company, the Union National bank
and the Woodland Avenue and the West
Side street car lines of Cleveland, Ohio.
Hanna owns iron, copper and coal mines in
Michigan, coal mines in Illinois, Ohio and
Pennsylvania.
He has fleets of vessels on the Great
lakes carrying coal up the lakes and iron
down. He hasship yards and builds his
own boats. He has interests of all kinds
scattered from Duluth to New York ; from
the Pictured Rocks to the thousand islands,
with business offices and headquarters in
every city, on either shore of all the lakes.
Hanna is the dominant spirit of every en-
terprise he is involved in. He controls or
or he gets out. Worth twenty millions per-
sonally, he decides the policy of ten times as
much, and can march two hundred millions
of capital upon any battlefield of business
to be as absolutely at his beck and order as
an army to the baton of its commander-in-
chief. This makes a power of Hanna, even
without a courage that neverpales and a
heart as cold and hard as hail, and as re-
morseless, :
IV.
Hanna in his enterprises employs thous-
ands of men. He has fought strikes and
lockouts with every one of them. There is
not a man at work for Hanna to-day who
doesn’t hate him with a heart of fire.
Why? Because he feeds on them, devours
them at every chance. Those twenty mil-
lions of his are 95 per cent the veriest pil-
lage of labor.
Hanna lives and waxes fat to-day, the
best specimen of vhe modern anthropopha-
gi. Hanna’s first labor war of worth and
weight was with the Seamen’s Union of
the great lakes. I’ve told the story Dbe-
fore. The battle began in 1882. It lasted
four bitter years. Hanna had a thug nam-
ed Rumsey, a professional pugilist, and of
morals and mentality to match his sort and
kind. Hanna had Rumsey placed on the
police force of Cleveland. Rumsey had
been one of Hanna's sailors.
Then Hanna caused the police, force to
construct on the Cleveland force a ‘‘River
Squad,’” with Rumsey, the thug, as prime
spirit.
Hanna was now ready and he pulled on
his war with the poor sailor folk. They
were getting $2.25 a day in summer and $4
in November and December. Hanna cut
them ata slash to $1 a day in summer and
$2.25 in November and December.
For four years the battle between the
sailors and Hanna staggered on. Rumsey
and his under thugs did the dirty work.
They thumped, gouged, mauled, pounded
and man-handled every union sailor whom
they found alone on the Cleveland docks.
They sent them by cart loads to the central
police station, where they were promptly
released by Updegraff, a judge who had
some human instincts. And Hanna paid
the Rumsey thugs the wage and hire of
their brutality.
In four years, Hanna,
cohorts, had beaten the sailor's union to
death. It has gone now for good. Hanna
had his cruel way. To-day, even with
those benefits of ‘*protection’’ about which
the ring-directed, note-threatened McKin-
ley has so much to say, all that Hanna's
sailors get is $15 to $35 a month, where be-
fore they received from $60 to $70.
Hanna boasts that since 1884, when his
final triumph over the Seaman’s Union
came and the organization lay in blood-
dabbled death at his feet, he and his fellow
moneyites who were in the cruel conspira-
cy with him—the Chamberlains, the
Minches and the Alvah Bradleys—have as
direct profits of their victory made over
$10,000,000. How many women and chil-
dren, the wives and little ones of his sail-
ors, this should have honestly fed and
clothed, are questions which never rap at
the Hanna heart for answer. He has nat-
ural bars against any such inroad on his
with his Rumsey
father was a Leonard Hanna and by pro- |
fession a doctor.
It would seem that Dr. Leonard Hanna
was not in the business of balsam and
bandages from any love of his fellows or
riotous taste for a public health. He dis-
tinctly longed for dollars. And whether
the sturdy brood of citizens about him were
of too rugged a condition to permit pills to
pay, or what the reason, Dr. Leonard Han-
na at an early day lapsed into keeping a
country store. And he kept it well, and |
as it flourished his profits swelled.
Mark Hanna was not the only son. |
There were at least three others. It is said |
that they were remarkable as men of re- |
| finement and elevaticn ; something these |
{ who have met the present Hanna will find
hard of belief.
Mark Hanna was at pnblie school ; then |
i briefly at the Western Reserve college.
| This latter temple of learning only detained
| him ayear. He might have stayed longer,
but he was impatient to plunge into husi- |
ness. He was thirsty to drink dollars for |
himself, -
It was in 1852 the elder Hanna invaded |
| Cleveland ; a mere village then camped on |
the banks of the crooked river which gave |
it first existence. The Huannas opened a |
wholesale store. As soon as the younger |
Hanna was old enough to keep an account |
against his fellow man he joined his father |
in the grocery. This was in 1857. Hanna |
| was twenty and as famished to make a dol-
|
|
u
i ene as he has ever proved since. |
Hanna was 23 when Fort Sumpter fell. |
While others rushed about the torn stand- [
ard of their country to save it, Hanna stay- |
ed indomitably at howe. And he thriftily |
| took government contracts of the coal and |
sensibilities.
As a sweet bone to a good dog, Hanna
rewarded Rumsey for his thug work by
sending that satellite on a vacation trip
around the world.
In a former article on the crushing of the
Seamen’s Union by Hanna I told men to
ask the particulars of Peter Lynch, who
was at the hour of its defeat the president
of that body. It would be useless, as I
have learned. To stop his mouth Hanna
had Peter Lynch appointed to some small
capacity about the Cleveland postoflice,
Hutchin, whom Cleveland named post-
master, a politician rather than a Demo-
crat, inspired by the fisherman of Buzzard’s
Bay, is out for McKinley. He is to-day
Hanna’s man. And Peter Lynch, once re-
putably the leader of the lake sailors of
Cleveland, is a Hutchin-Hanna henchman,
Lynch must hold his place. He will say
nothing now of those bitter years in the
eighties, when Hanna ground him and his
sailors beneath the millstone of his hard
rapacity.
But while Lyneh may be made to forget
a wrong with the present of a lackey place,
there are others with warmer memories.
When Hanna went to St. Louis to work
out ‘the program of the syndicate and
spring a bribe trap on. a nomination, the
Central Labor Union of Cleveland sent
Tom Carter a list of questions, including
the following :
“Isit not a fact that Mark Hanna, man-
lar at the age hoys asually prefer to spend | ager of William McKinley, candidate for | about.
president, employed by the notorious A.
R. Rumsey to disrupt and crush the Sea.
men’s Union of the lower lakes, and fur-
ther, did not Mark Hanna, in acknowledg-
ment of Rumsey’s services, send him on
trip around the werld ?
‘‘Second—Is it not a fact that Mark Han-
na, professional hater of organized labor,
disorganized the mine workers of Pennsyl-
vania ?
“Third—Was it not through Mark Han-
na’s efforts that the street car men’s organ-
ization of Cleveland was totally annihilat-
ed? Andeven to-day does he not deny
his employes the right to attach themselves
to a labor organization ?
These and other queries were put by the
Central Labor Union and never answered.
Only the other day Hanna, who now
seeks to cajolea labor element he was wont
to cudgel, until its blood dripped, sent for
Peter Witt, the head of the Cleveland Cen-
tral Labor Union and business agent of the
Iron Moulder’s Union. Hanna said he
wanted to explain his past and announce
his pure, new and milk white position
toward labor. .
Witt wouldn’t go near him. A thirty
years’ war on labor unionism, during which
Hanna imported the pauper labor of Europe
\—the Slavs, the Huns, the Polaks—and
: rought North the black ex-slave la-
bor of the South to take the places of white
men and Americans whom his extortions,
cuts and lockouts had forced into revolt :
a thirty years’ war, during which Hanna
hired the Pinkertons, the Mooney-Bolands,
and every fashion of hireling banded to-
gether to be at the shooting, stabbing beck
and nod of every moneyite who might need
them to aid him in his wrong-doipng, was
rightly held by Witt to sufficiently set
forth the blood-stgined labor pose of Han-
na.
Witt was right.
cut after wage cut against labor. He has
provoked strike after strike, and by force
and money, used without stint or scruple,
fought them to a standstill. It is no exag-
geration to say that 10,000 men have bled
and 1,000 died in the killings and the
woundings and the starvings of Mark Han-
na’s strikes.
To-day go to Cleveland and talk with
the men on his street railroads—the Wood-
ment ; not one can stay. The first
road of Hanna’s by Mulhern, his man, is:
“Do you belong to a labor union?’ He
gets no work if hedoos. Moreover he is at
once shadowed by one of Hanna’s detect-
ives, of which he keeps a Lorde as some
men keep a pack of hounds, to learn if he
has told the truth.
No man who belongs to organized labor
in any form can work for Hanna, or in any
enterprise he fosters ; unless one expects
the Pinkertons. Then he may
black work for Hanna and be roundly
warded therefor. “The ~ Pinkertons,
| Mooney-Bolands, are the only labor organ-
izations to fatten by the hands of Hanna.
VI.
Lahor does not hold a meeting at Cleve-
iand or near any of Hanna’ interests which
his detectives do not attend. They
comes. Off goes his head at the moment
of their report.
When the Vestibule street car act was
being agitated in Ohio, a measure meant to
force such a construction of srreet ears as
might serve to shield to motormen from
piercing cold, Hanna opposed it. His men
who signed petitions favoring the act were
dismissed.
When it passed in spite of Hanna, in-
stead of vestibuling his cars, he stretched a
screen of canvas. It was no protection ;
moreover, it was a violation, in the sense
of the evasion of the law.
Yet if one of his men complained he was
discharged. The Hanna slaves could in
the biting winter gnaw their tongues over
their work and freeze in slow silence. Or
they might quit and starve. Such has
been the friendship of Mark Hanna to la-
bor.
Here is some of this red oppressor’s la-
bor history in brief. Itis he who holds
$118,000 of McKinley’s notes, and aims to
put this candidate, who lies thus as help-
less in the hollow of Hanna's hand as ever
lay one of his laborers, into the White
house as president.
He bought the Cleveland Herald, turn-
ed out the union printers and “ratted’’ the
office. He built houses and refused work
to every carpenter, bricklayer, plasterer
and artisan of any kind who belonged to a
labor union. He fought labor unionism
off his boats, off his cars, out of his coal
holes. He has drowned it in the lakes,
bayoneted it about his works, starved it
along his railroads, choked it to death in
his mines. And now he would ‘‘talk’
with Witt and other labor leaders, to show
them the lamb’s wool softness of his sym-
pathetic interest for the laboring man.
But in vain does the fowler spread a net
in sight 'of the bird. The labor element
knows Hanna, better than he knows him-
self, perhaps. ¢
In Hanna's Globe shipyards the men are
paid $1.15 a day. A brave figure, truly !
The other day they struck for $1.25. Park-
hurst, the manager, called the strikers
together, made them a protection speech,
told them that $1.25, while a ruinous price
for Hanna to pay for a day’s work—a man
who spends a million dollars a year to
merely live—would be given to all who
would agree to vote for McKinley.
was only the other day in Cleveland.
‘‘done” Hanna's life fulsomely,
the fact that Hanna never ran for office.
Thest blind sycophants and anxious
parasites in advance needn’t marvel. Hanna
never ran for office because scarce one man
i beyond himself in Northern Ohio would
| vote the ticket were he named. Hanna is
in such torn and tattered disrepute with
the people all about him that his only
chance to hold an office is to do as he is at-
tempting to do with McKinley. Buy a
candidate ; buy the candidate an office,
and then own te office by owning the
man.
)
| talent for business.
| could get into his mines one day. He
| worked them night and day. He stored
| and Mississippi rivers. Then he cut wages
| to the hone and forced a strike. He ex-
| tended the strike until he choked off coal
| production in every field between the Miss-
| issippi and the seaboard.
In two weeks Hanna ran up the price of
| coal 32 per ton. He unloaded his barges
{at a profit of $4,090,000. Then he called
! off the strike.
His aim had been attained.
| had lost four weeks’ work, a public had
| lost $4,000,000 and Hauna, with his pock-
lets full of speil and his heart aglow with
| the black glory of it all, was ready for
| another swoop at the first game that flew
{ his way.
| Here is another Dusiness venture, one
[which the actors and Thespians know all
Old John Elisler, as honest, as
{as lives, had saved $250,000 by his thea-
Hanna has made wage
lent him half as much to put with it.
Ellsler built the theatre—the Euclid Ave-
nue opera house—at a cost of $375,000 and
gave a Hanna a mortgage for $125,000.
It came due, this mortgage, one day, and
Ellsler, lured to the notion that time would
be extended to him on his Hanna-held
debts, wasn’t ready.
Did Hanna extend ? Not a day - not a
moment.
for a year. It wasa business triumph.
He sold poor Ellsler out, stick and stone,
root and stalk, and standing grass, and
bought in a theatre worth $375,000 for
$125,000.
Hanna owns the theatfe now, while John
Ellsler, wan, old, without a dollar and
the other day for admission to the Forrest
Actors’ Home.
But one need not prolong Hanna. His
business history and his “‘love for labor’
are set forth in blood-red letters in eleven
states and territories. The best thing
about him is that he’s marked for defeat,
His man, McKinley, is to go down ;
Hanna is to go down ; he may still eat his
laborers, but heis not to devour the coun-
try at large. :
But give him credit. Hanna is one re-
markable for his brains, his courage, his
cruel heart. All that these and millions
of money can do McKinley will have done
for him. And if he should succeed, then
come. When
makes the laws and enforces the laws,
when with .one hand on the president and
the other on the patronage, Hanna makes
his home at the white house, while a Re-
publican congress calls each day to learn
his will and departs to do it, dark indeed
will be labor's outlook. Hanna will be
within the law, mind you, if he has to
make the law to be within. Hanna only
the other day paid Foraker a huge sum,
and made him a senator, too, for lobbying
land Avenue and the Little Consolidated. ring a law to fit his case.
Not a labor union man is given employ- | the right side of the statutes.
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the | cents by being coined intoa dollar.
take | silver miner owns it.
the name of every Hanna employe who ! buys farm products or any other commod- |
through his fifty-year franchises and mak-
Hanna is ever on
And yet he
; ques- [is of that tribe of law abiders of whom
tion put to an applicant for work on any |
Judge Swan spoke from the bench when he
said : “To be within the letter of the law
is not morally enough. He who takes the
law of the land for his sole guide is neither
i a good neighbor nor an honest man.’
The Stalwart Liars.
The stalwart campaign liars continue to
reiterate the ridiculous statement that un-
those brotherhoods to shed blood suchas! der a free coinage law fifty-three cents worth
do his | of silver bullion owned by a silver miner,
re- will be increased in value to one hundred
The
same intreprid, dazzling and brilliant
liars state that the one hundred-cent dol-
lars which the silver mine owners will ob-
tain for fifty-three cents worth of bullion
will only be one hundred cents so long as the
The moment he
ity with it this great big one-hundred-cent
immediately shrinks into a fifty-three-cent
coin. Nearly the whole stock in trade of
the McKinley campaign consits in ringing
the changes on this asinine proposition.
The silver dellar which we
der free coinage will be precisely the same as
the silver.dollar we now have under the
limited coinage in 1878 and continued for
thirteen years. The bullion in it will be
worth—not fifty-three cents—but one hun-
dred cents. The able financiers who placed
the gold dollar around Major McKinley’s
neck, through the agency of Mark Hanna,
pay a great deal of money for circulating
the lying twaddle about the silver dollar
which vibrates in value constantly from
fifty-three cents to one hundred cents; ac-
cording to the man who happens to hold it
in his hands. These financiers do not ex-
pect to fool sensible people. They only ex-
pect to fool the fools. But they sincerely
believe the fools will be in the marjority.
They do not believe that a dollar can be
worth fifty-three cents one minute and one
hundred the next, and then fifty-three
cents the following minute. But they say
they believe it and they say it is true.
They say it will make the mine owner rich
to have fifty-three cents worth of bullion
coined into a hundred cent dollar, which
will be only worth fifty three cents after it
is 80 coined. And they say it will make
the farmer poor to sell his wheat to a silver
mine owner for a dollar, because the dol-
lar as soon as itis handed to him by the
silver mine owner will become worth but
fifty-three cents. The Boston Herald of
Sunday went to the expense of illuminat-
ing an entire page with a red-fire cartoon,
exhibiting the wealthy mine owner emerg-
ing from a mint with a valise full of silver
dollars, each one of which was given him
in exchange for fifty-three cents worth of
silver bullion. The silver mine owner is
represented as very well dressed. Dressed
as well, in fact, as Mark Hanna, and about
his build. The dialogue explaining the
picture is held between little Rollo and
his uncle. Rollo’s uncle explains to him
that the reason why this mine owner is
so sleek and well-conditioned is that he
has received dollars in exchange for. as
many times fifty-three cents worth of silver
This | only worth fifty-three cents,
| are called dollars. Little
Bouquet biographers, who of late have | be inquiring of his
speak of | rich by swapping
his stern love of privacy, and exult over | silver b
ox, if he really gets a dollar for fifty-three | water.
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bullion as he had. He says the dollars are
although they
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FOR AN
D ABOUT WOMEN.
Many hats are trimmed solely with rib-
bon not a quill or a plume being used.
"A New York woman famous for her
| beauty at 68, has not used a pillow of any
kind since she was a child. She says that
pillows are the greatest wrinkle producers
in the world ; that they not only wither
up the skin, but they destroy the poise of
i the head and shoulders.
There is absolute truth in this state-
; ment, and that habit of raising the head
‘from a dead level when retiring can be
broken of all his Hope, was seen rapping |
overcome by a little persistence.
Embalming is the remarkable profession
chosen by one woman. She is Mrs. J. J.
Duby, of Detroit, and she is the only one
the city boasts. She has studied her some.
what cheerless calling under various em-
' balmers, and finally in a college at Toledo
aggressive ferocity and for his hard and | ”
| by putting together a half ounce of cloves,
devoted to that science. She is only
twenty-six years old, and is happily mar-
Tied toa shoe salesman, but she intends to
enter the ranks of the professional under-
takers.
Any woman can make her own sachet
powder for clothes closets, drawers, etc.,
{ mace, and cinnamon into a mortar and
woe to the workingman ; labor’s night has
the arch foe of unionism |
powdering. Add to this four ounces of
orris root, then fill little bags of silk or
muslin, and ties strongly. These laid
among clothing will also keep out moths,
‘as well as lend an agreeable odor to the
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fabrics.
Tobacco brown cloth with old-gold bro-
caded satin vest and jockeys, black satin
ribbon ceinture and zouaves of mink makes
an ideal winter gown for street and visit-
ing purposes.
In the first place, the high ceintures or
corselets of this summer may all be left.
Half the dressmakers seem to show high
corselets, half diminished ones. You take
Your choice, according to which is the more
becoming to your figure. Another thing
You may be quite sure of is that blouses
with separate skirts will be worn again
this winter. This is entirely too practical
la fashion to be given over easily. The
. | newest blouses are naturally made with
' bolero effects, since the bolero dominates
| everything.
i ing up a last
A very pretty way of freshen-
season’s blouse would be to
(add the faintest suggestion of a little
| rounded bolero front of velvet coming out
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from the under-arm seams, and a velvet
collar. The velvet could all be covered
with lace and edged with tiny ruchings of
ribbon or of silk. Or one sees separate
waists made of two or three little boleros,
one laid over the other, and each em-
broidered © as, for instance, a pretty
separate waist was of scarlet cloth, with
three holero fronts, each bound with dark
blue ribbon, and ‘embroidered with blue
in different shades. This was to be worn
over a white silk vest or blouse front trim-
med with bias bands of black velvet.
To keep the skin of the face absolutely
from blackheads it is imperative that warm
water should be used at least once a day,
and soap three timesa week, if not every
day, this latter being the very best thing
to do, although so many people complain
| that using soap every day makes their
uncle how a man gets | loss of the hair :
fifty-three cents worth of | one ounce of
ullion for a 1ifty-three-cent dollar, | tincture of cantharides, four ounces of lime
faces feel stiff and uncomfortable ; but
this would not be so if they were careful
always to use a good superfatted one, and
to rub their faces afterward with the palm
of their hand for some five or ten minutes,
rubbing in at the same time a small quan-
tity of preparation of glycerine and
cucumber.
The chief reason of this uncomfortable
feeling after washing is that sufficient care
is not taken to insure the water being
quite soft. Undoubtedly, rain water is
very much the best, but this is a luxury
that is hardly obtainable by those whom
fate has ordained should live in towns,
although those who live in the country
may be more fortunate, but even for them
itis not always obtainable. But, how-
ever, there are, fortunately, many different
means by which water can be softened,
and many different preparations sold for
that purpose ; but whatever is used the
softening process can be much more ef-
fectually carried out if the water is pre-
viously boiled, as this partially softens it.
Nothing injures the skin so much as hard
water, so all those who really value their
personal appearance will be most careful
about this. It is no use complaining of
the skin being coarse and rough when no
care is taken to render it otherwise ; and
the constant use of soft water is the first
thing to be considered by those who are
desirous of preserving the freshness and
beauty of their complexions.
A judicious mixture of lemon and milk
used after washing, in the proportion of a
quarter of a pint of milk to the juice of one
lemon, will help to keep the skin in good
condition. Lemon mustnot be used alone.
Constant headaches, ill-health, mental
worry, hereditary constitution and other
circumstances will all affect the growth of
the hair and cause it to fall. Here is a
very good hair lotion, which will stop the
One: ounce of glycerine,
almond oil, one drachm of
This must be rubbed into the
cents, why it is worth any less than one hun | roots of the hair with a piece of flannel or
dred cents the moment he buys
with it from another man ?
it is not to be wondered at that the able
financiers regard the American people as | results are to follow.
fools, because they have allowed them-
selves to be tricked and
twenty yeas on this question
wearied of being marched up to the polls
to vote for silver candidates, who immedi-
: : ; .., ately betrayed them after the election.
Here is a specimen of Hanna's swift
He put every man he!
. “rand corruption have
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From 1877 until 1895 the majority in each
House of Congress lias been in favor of the |
Craft, crookedness |
free coinage of silver.
in each successive
Congress prevented the restoration of free
anything | a tooth brush.
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silver coinage. But all this time the tinan- |
ciers were mistaken in supp(Ring the
people to he fools, Party spiric has caused
and submit to wrong in thé hope of right- |
ing it at another time. Old questions
have been busily hurnished up and preseat-
Led to distract public aticntion from the
The miner | money question.
The {iuanciers have in
the past twenty
truth of the fis two propositions of one
of Mr. Lincoln's famous savings. They
have succeeded in fooling sone of the pe -
ple all of the ime; and all of the people
some of the time ; hut this year the re-
maining propesition is to be proved to
thei aud to theie discomforture, namely,
that they cannot fool all of the people all
: | of the time. —Cincinnati Inquirer,
| kind, as generous and as innocent a soul |
| ters. It was his ambition to build a theatre |
| for himself. Hanna knew of Ellsler’s
{ hope, and for his own ends fostered it.
Ellsler’s $250,000 was not enough. Hannza |
six years ago. hasn't heen. converted. He
has merely heen silenced.
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It is not the slightest use
damping the hair with lotions, as they
should stimulate the hair follicles if good
If a debilitated con-
dition attends the loss of hair, an iron tonic
deceived for | or cod liver oil will probably be necessary.
of coinage of | Brush the hair with a soft brush, and it is
Never until this year have they | an excellent plan to let it hang down loose
for half an hour after lunch, so that the air
can permeate freely through the hair. If
you can let the sun shine upon your locks,
so much the better.
Green promised to be the favorite color
of this season’s tailor gowns, and the
women were so delighted that they straight-
away, one and all, took unto themselves a
green frock, trimmed in white revers al-
3 / ; . | most without exception. Then the inferior
voters to stand by their respective parties, |
houses began to turn out these green gowns
in hundreds.
Now the swell tailors are trying to ab-
stain from green, and they suggest, dahlia,
| brown or gray, but never green, unless it
vears demonstrated the |
is combined with blue in some strikingly
original way. Nevertheless they are obliged
to cater to the popular taste for the green
and white. :
thre of the prettiest pattern gowns was
of a soft shade ol green tweed, trimmed in
dark blue velvet. The skirt was rather
modest in dimensions, and, though it was
gored at the front and sides, the back was
straight and warranted not to sag, and the
| fullness at the waist line was converted
linto three small flat box plaits.
Only the
| front gore of the skirt boasted a haircloth
——DMcKinley, whe vas for free silver |
| with a material So soft that there was not
the slightest flare noticeable in the skirt.
facing, and the rest of the skirt was faced