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Cayton's weekly. (Seattle, Wash.) 1916-1921, June 29, 1918, Image 2

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PROF. KELLY MILLER
Bristling with patriotism, path
os and profoundly was the lec
ture of Prof. Kelly Miller last
Wednesday evening in Seattle.
What man. woman or child, who
listened with rapt attention to
every word and sylable that lie
uttered from his first to his last,
who were not convinced beyond
a reasonable doubt that, in the
language of the little colored boy
of one of the southern states,
when asked by a white man from
the North who was visiting in the
South, soon after the close of the
Great Civil War, what message he
had to send to his white friends
of the North, laconically replied,
"Tellum wes risin." Yes each
and every one of us under the
sound of his voice felt that we
had risen to a tenfold greater
height than that we had ever be
fore enjoyed. His burning words
of patriotism set our souls on
lire and as one man we rose and
from the depths of our heart
shouted to our country's call for
volunteers to fight for freedom.
"here am I, send me, send me."
More eloquent men have spoken
in Seattle in the past than did
Prof. Kelly Miller; more flowery
and silver tongued orators have
stirred audiences in Seattle than
Prof. Kelly Miller. Men more pa
thetic have appealed to the hearts
of audiences and moved them to
tears in Seattle than did Prof.
Kelly Miller on last Wednesday
evening. Hut what man of na
tional and even international rep
utation has even so happily com
bined all of those rare attain
ments in one homogenous mass as
did Prof. Kelly Miller. This min
ute he had his audience roaring
with laughter and then almost in
the twinkling of the eye he had
it hushed in tearful silence; then
a blast from his patriotic gun
brought them to their feet with
"my country first, right or
wrong, my country first."
"If TCussia started the present
world wide war," he argued, "for
selfish purposes, as declares the
Kaiser, she built better than she
planned. Little did she think,
when she began the war that the
Jews, who had been crushed in
almost every European country
would be socially and politically
emancipated as they now are and
AN OLD-FASHIONED FOURTH
By Joe Cone
I hate to speak of ''good ol' days," becuz it sounds. I vow,
Almost like castin' slurs upon the days of her an' now;
Hut I'm ol' fashioned, just a bit, as all my neighbors know.
An' so I miss a heap o' things that happened long ago.
Maybe I'm changed, I s'pose 1 am, but thing! have changed as
well,
An' whether they're improved, or wuss, it's mighty hard to tell;
lint take that day of all the days when youngsters' spirits flow.
Do they have ha'f the fun we had in days of long ago?
Why bless your heart, we fairly b'iled with patriotic pride,
An' daylight found no boy asleep in all the countryside.
An open widndow o'er the shed oft left its tell-tale track.
An' many breakfasts were untouched becuz -we wern't back!
(), there were many things to do. things that must needs be done.
Like ringin' of the ol' church bell, an' load the sunrise <run:
An' there were things to be compared, and' things to swap, you
know.
Mke pin-wheels, punk, an' paper caps, them days of lonj? ago.
An' we had celebrations then, upon the village green,
With music by the (Junjry band, the best was ever seen!
be able with voice and vote to
make the world sate for democ
racy. The starters of the war did
not foresee that the spirit of uni
versal democracy would leap the
broad expanse of old ocean itself
and enter the portals of America
and snatch the Negro from that
humiliating state of political and
social degradation, to which he
had been dragged by slavery and
its after effects, and make a man
and a brother of him. The starters
of the war did not foresee that the
effects of the Avar would cause a
million Negroes to give up their
homes in the South and move to
the North where lucrative em
ployment awaited them. Hut all
of these thnigs the war has
brought about, and the whole is
conclusive evidence that the pres
ent Avar means the end of autoc
racy and the supremacy of dem
ocracy.
"The black man is ready and
willing to help the white man de
throne the tyrant Kaiser to make
the world safe for democracy, but
let the white man of this land of
the free nnd home of the brave
not overlook the fact that charity
begins at horne —that is to say
before making Europe safe for
democracy make America safe for
democracy. Let the colored men
enter into an agreement with the
white men that they will sacri
fice every drop of blood in them
to make the world safe for dem
ocracy if they, the white men, will
agree to surrend their race and
color prejudice that the world
will be democractic."
Thus did this gifted man drive
shot after shot in the bull's eye
and do so in language so choice
and diplomatic that even the
white man suffering from color
phobia must have been almost
What fun to hold the big bass drum, with thumpin' on behind;
A boy could walk a dozen miles or more an' never mind.
An' speakin'? Say, Judge Perkins he could make the people cheer.
An' folks they come from miles around to git a chance to hear.
An' then the races an' the games, sack races, don't you know.
An' elimbin' of the greasy pole—them days of long ago.
Who tries to ketch a greasy pig now-a-days, I'd like to know?
An' then such wondrous things to eat! Home eookin', yes sir-eel
I most kin taste them vittles now of back in Sixty-three!
An' there was danein' in the grove with Sloky fiddlin' loud.
With ruddy cheeks and sparklin' eyes all sprinkled through the
crowd :
An' ev'ry Fourth was safe an' sane, as far as we could know.
An' every hoy had loads of fun them days of long ago.
Them good ol' days in Gungywump! I miss 'em. I confess.
When ev'ry Fourth was just one round o' youthful happerness.
I am ol' fashioned, just a hit, an' T don't want. I vow.
To say a single word agin the days of her an' now.
Hut I jest wish down in my heart the youngster of to-day.
Could see us celebrate the Fourth the good ol' fashioned way:
I really blieve there was more health an' happerness an' glow.
In eelebratin' Gungy's way—the way of long ago!
convinced that the Negro must
not only be free from actual
bondage, but must be free from
political disfranchisement.
This profound thinker and lo
gician had for his hearers an
almost complete colored audience
and it was plain to be seen as
well as to be heard that his words
and his thoughts were theirs, but
we would to Cod that as many
white men as there were colored
men could have heard him. His
open letter to President Wilson,
entitled, The Shame of Democ
racy is one of the ablest docu
ments that was ever written, but
even that did not surpass his bril
liant speech and we feel safe in
saying every one present felt that
his or her soul had been greatly
blessed for being there.
Tf the observing public is in
search of a worthy subject on
whom the mantel of the late Dr.
Booker T. Washington can suc
cessfully fall, why not let it be
Prof. Kelly Miller. TTe truly
seems to be the man of the hour
for he brings a message to the
white man as well as the black
man. The white man can not af
ford to allow the black man to
assist him to win the war and
after the war treat the black man
unfairly. The black man can not
afford to not help win the war
and after the war share the spoils
of war with the white man. This
is not a white man's war nor is it
a Democrat's war, but an Amer
ican war, which should be vigor
ously prosecuted by all classes of
Americans and after the war let
all classes share and share alike
the results of the Avar, whether
they be good or bad. Such broad
gaged and liberal minded men
will take the lead. Some one has
said, "Just experience in every
soil, shows those who think will
govern those w 7ho toil."
There is no doubt but. that Prof.
Kelly Miller is one of the world's
greatest thinkers and if the black
folks of this country have lost a
leader in the person of Dr. Wash
ington, this distinguished educat
or is more than qualified to fill his
shoes and wear his mantle.

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