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THE DULUTH RIP-SAW
JOHN L. MORRISON,
j ,: Editor and Publisher,
No. 221 Fargusson Building, -yj
Zenith Telephone, Grand 108.
Entered at Postoffice at Duluth, Minn., as Second Class Matter.
POLITICAL
ADVERTISEMENTS.
"We have been surprised at the
/ large number of citizens who
seem to expect the Rip-saw to get
rich from political advertisements
between now and November.
The columns of the Rip-saw are
open to political advertisements
of any and all citizens qualified
to aspire to office under the laws
of Minnesota. This does not nec
essarily mean that the Rip-saw
endorses the candidacy of an ad
vertiser.
We detest the greed and gall
with which so many papers pur
sue a candidate for his campaign
money. It is abhorrent to us to
follow their example. Further
than that, we have neither time
nor strength to personally comb
the candidates for their adver
tising patronage. In a few cases,
we have sent special invitations in
writing, either as a mark of per
sonal interest or to test out a
candidate’s feeling towards this
great family journal.
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A citizen capable of filling a
county office should be keen
enough to see what a superior
advertising medium is afforded in
the Rip-saw. Every issue, 5000
copies are printed and circulated.
Some editions materially' exceed
that number. The paper is eager
ly sought, carefully read and its
preachments heeded.
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No candidate can make a mis
take in using the columns of a
live paper that is read by live
people. A man foolish enough to
spend carefully hoarded campaign
funds on papers that have neither
circulation nor influence is unfit
to hold office and should be
turned down at the polls.
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Ti, therefore, &n f -ead-'
ers resent the fact that this or
that candidate does not advertise
in its columns, they can show
their displeasure by voting
against such candidates at the
coming primaries.
We neither will sandbag a
candidate for his money nor kiss
his big toe for a few paltry dol
lars. We have lived so far with
out doing it and, if we cannot
keep on, as in the past, then the
Rip-saw's mission is ended.
Selecting a public servant is a
business proposition, just the
same as selecting advertising
space is a business proposition.
Both should be done judiciously,
carefully and with neither fear
nor favor.
CULLUM’S CAMOUFLAGE.
Our old night school friend,
former mayor Marcus B. Cullum,
is running for the legislature on
a platform with only one plank—
Loyalty.
Not a soul in Duluth, unless
it be Mr. Cullum, himself, doubts
his perfect loyalty. Emphasizing
his possession of that Pearl of
Great Price smacks greatly of
hanging a placard on old Dobbin,
saying: “This Is a Horse.” '
Yes, Marcus B. Cullum, the one
man in Duluth who assays Loy
alty 100 per cent, plus, is run
ning for the legislature. With
those historic gum shoes, noise
less gearing and ball bearings, he
is some runner.
If Minnesota's next legislature
fails to back the Federal govern
ment to the limit, it probably will
be due to the fact that the Fifty
seventh legislative district fails
to elect Marcus.
Although patriot Cullum must
be handed the war cross for so
quickly intrenching himself be
hind a political barricade that is
bomb-proof and gas-proof, and
just large enough for one man, he
has failed to make his snug lit
tle rifle pit question-proof. That
of course, makes even a super-
Loyalty candidate amenable to
questions by the humble voters.
Stand up, therefore, good citizen
Marcus, and make reply to a sim
ple few, viz:
I—Are you on the payrolls of
the U. S. Steel Corporation or
any of its subsidiaries? Do you
at present, or have you until re
cently, held the title of “Special
Land- Investigator?” If so, is
that not really a polite camou-
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flage for “Special Political
Agent?”
2—How do you line up, in de
tail, with the so J called “square
deal” movement for Duluth?
3As a legislative candidate,
are you not especially favored by
the Duluth Evening Herald? Who
were some of those who wrestled
with you to make you run?
4 Are you sopping Wet or
bone Dry? Will you vote to
ratify the prohibition amendment
to the Federal constitution and
to pass proper prohibitory laws
if the people adopt a state prohi
bition amendment?
s—How do you stand at pres
ent on votes for women?
6 What will be your stand, if
elected, on a bill to establish a
state constabulary?
7 Do you favor compulsory
military training in the state high
schools?
B—Do you favor the proposed
“Must Work” law and, if so, do
you favor its application to the
Idle Rich as well as to the Busy
Poor?
9 Do you favor state indus
trial insurance? Are you satisfied
with the present compensation
act. If not, what do you propose
as to improvements to it?
10— Do you fully favor the inia
tive and referendum in state af
fairs ?
11—How do you stand on the
movement to make it easier to
amend the state constitution?
12—Do you favor the present
policy of sending Charles E.
Adams to the state senate for
four months and permitting him
to draw $250 a month as special
county attorney while senatoring
at St. Paul?
J?—P° you. support the ..peo
ple’s Declaration of Independence
against Odin Halden rule in the
marble-lined courthouse and in
the halls of legislation at St.
Paul?
Crack these nuts, loyal Marcus,
then we will shake down a few
more for you.
CALDERWOOD’S CANDIDACY.
The filing of W. G. Calderwood
of Minneapolis as a preferential
candidate for the U. S. senate
from Minnesota in opposition to
Knute Nelson meets the approval
of every progressive citizen, says
G. F. Peterson in the Bear River
Journal. Nelson is loyal enough,
but is a rank reactionary in the
matter of industrial progress. If
he were a real progressive, Nelson
would not have the endorsement
of the Twin City and the Dujuth
daily press. Mr. Calderwood
polled a flattering vote two years
ago against Senator Kellogg. He
is as loyal as Nelson besides being
a real progressive, being in har
mony with most of the political
demands of the organized farmers
as well as the organized wage
earners. He is managing the na
tional “dry” campaign to con
serve food supply for our Euro
pean allies by establishing nation
al prohibition and thus do away
with the enormous waste of grain
now being converted into liquid
damnation.
SENATOR O’SULLIVAN.
When Old John Barleycorn
hung out in Duluth, Sir George
O’Sullivan not only boosted the
Old Timer’s game by vending the
bitter beer and the pungent po
teen, but he acted as a sort of so
cial adviser to the fellow* who in
troduced the white man’s burden
to the Indians. Believing in look
ing the part, Sir George became
known from Lakeside to sundown
as a model of male pulchritude
and sartorial grace.
After Old Barleycorn’s banish
ment last July, Sir George, like
Othello, found his occupation
gone. He decied on combining
the sale of solids and liquids by
dispensing the famous 3-0-5 brand
of coffee and sinkers, bevo and
biscuits, buttermilk and boiled
eggs to those who hunger and
thirst.
But that vocation seemed triv
ial for a .man with an 100 h. p.
brain, a wardrobe like Nat Good
win and a physique and phiz
Duluth, Minnesota.
SATURDAY
that would have made old Appllo
die with envy.
“Begorra, byes, Oy’ll sthand
for the House o’Lords at St.
Paul; Oy’ll spear me a handle to
me foine name; OyTl see to it
that ye doff yer caps and ad
dhress me as Sinator O’Sullivan.”
Sir George O’Sullivan, proprie
tor of the famous 3-0-5 hunger
parlors and bevo dispensary, dug
up ten bones and filed for the
nomination for state senator from
the Fifty-seventh legislative dis
trict. He evidently proposes to
back such pikers as Hon Hank
Cheadle and “Chuck” Adams off
the boards. If so, that will be
“one on the house.”
Sir George O’Sullivan, aspirant
for the sentorial seat so tightly
held by Charles E. Adams, has
not condescended to inform the
Rip-saw how many planks there
are in his platform and what they
are. Perhaps he has not yet
sawed them out. If not, we can
but guess what they eventually
will be.
It is our humble guess that the
rules of the state senate will be
amended so as to compel the sen
ators to change their raiment
three times on weekday and five
times on Sunday, with a prefer
ence for long-tailed coats, white
vests and high hats.
We opine that Sir George
O’Sullivan will feel like a cat in
a strange garret if French is not
made the official language of the
senate chamber, with all bills
drawn in classically pure Latin.
Whether / Senator O ’Sullivan
will force the passage of a bill
making it a felony to eat with
your knife or to tuck your nap
kin under your chin when you
feed at Hotel St. Paul, we can but
guess and it is easier to wait and
see than to guess.
Like a true Son of the Emerald
Isle, it is not unlikely that Sena
tor O’Sullivan will advocate the
abolition of English, the tongue
of the Sassenach, in every day
business and the adoption of
Gaelic in its place.
Sir George O’Sullivan is a
broth of a la-a-d and, if he be
comes state senator, St. Paul and
the capitol building will be places
worth frequenting next winter,
especially with Kong Odin in
exile.
JOHN J. LANE—A LIVE WIRE
LEGISLATIVE CANDIDATE:
The “square deal” committee
of the Duluth Commercial Club
has endorsed the candidacy ot
John J. Lane in the Fifty-seventh
legislative district for a seat in
the house.
One cannot see how the com
mittee well could do otherwise.
Mr. Lane is a thorough progress
ive, in touch and in sympathy
with the people and the tenden
cies of the times. He is in the
prime of a vigorous manhood. His
veins bound with an ample sup
ply of rich, red blood. He is a
man of works and not of words.
His policy is to face live, burn
ing, vital issues squarely and let
the dead ones alone. He has no
foggy political past and, in this
campaign, proposes neither to
gumshoe, wobble nor corkscrew
his way to election.
Above all things, John J. Lane
has no secret affiliations, no en
tangling alliances, no secret axes
to grind and no Hidden Hands
to serve.
As a busy, successful business
man, who is adding steadily to the
number of Duluth’s employed and
materially swelling the volume of
local trade, he is especially inter
ested in the “square deal” move
ment. He stands for anything
and everything right and fair
that will mean justice to Duluth
from the discriminations of the
Hill railway systems.
Back in 1917, when in Detroit
on business, Mr. Lane was one of
the first of Duluth’s live, loyal,
wide-awake citizens to see that
the “Pittsburgh plus” price on
steel was the one big thing that
restrained many industrial enter
prises from starting up in the
Zenith City. At that time, he
wired president Neff of the Du
luth Commercial Club that he
could interest motor construction
companies in coming to Duluth if
a base price on steel could be
provided.
“Not having this,” declares
Mr. Lane,” we are facing arti
ficial strangulation of many en
terprises which, under different
conditions, would avail them
selves of our location where rail
and water meet. Could they take
advantage of our natural condi
tions and have the price of steel
governed by the laws of produc
tion, unhampered by discrimina
tion, they would, I am sure, be
come interested to Duluth.”
So far as human evidences go,
THE DULUTH KIP-SAW JUNE 1, 1918.
it looks as if the “square deal”
committee made no mistake, but
endorsed wisely and well in the
matter of a legislative candidate
for the important Fifty-seventh
district.
THE SUDDEN PASSING OF
PADDY M’DONNELL
Paddy McDonnell has reached
the end of his earthly pilgrimage
and gone to that far country,
leaving his many friends to
mourn his sudden and untimely
departure.
No more will that rare smile
of his make the day seem bright
er and our burdens the lighter.
No more will that strong, hearty
hand-clasp give courage to those
weary with much striving. Never
again, will his hearty words of
good cheer inspire efforts and de
termination to surmount ob
stacles. *
There was not a better known
nor a better-liked man in all
Northern Minnesota than Paddy
McDonnell. Nature moulded him
massively in body, mind and
heart. He began life with heavy
handicaps but he made good by
sheer force of will, native ability
and rare courage. Had his early
opportupities been even those of
the average man, there is no tell
ing to what heights he might have
attained.
Paddy McDonnell literally was
educated in the school of hard
knocks. He was a close student
and learned his lessons well. Had
he been selfish and ease-loving, as
are many men who climb high
from an humble starting point,
he might have been alive, prosper
ous and powerful today.
But Paddy McDonnell was
stingy with neither purse, good
counsel, physical strength nor his
many admirable qualities. Denied
a home and wife by cruel Death,
he smilingly bore his loss and
lavished all on an only son. Him
he gave recently to his country in
its need. Business adversities bit
viciously at him. 11l health
sneaked upon him unawares. The
messenger of Death smote him in
the lonesome, silent watches of
the night. His soul delayed not
long in responding to the call.
Our friend has gone from us.
We may not know exactly where
or at what time we may be called
to join him. But, where he may
be, we know that joy and sun
shine, smiles and happiness, love
and’kindness are with him and
that all is well with him in that
far country.
THE HERALD GOES DRY.
Now that Old John Barleycorn
has been convicted, his conviction
confirmed and his banishment
fully effected from Duluth and St.
Louis county, as well as most of
Northern Minnesota, the Duluth
Herald comes out in a two-column,
double measure, editorial, espous
ing prohibition.
The Herald Squirrel occasional
ly comes down off the fence if
there’s a big nut on one side or no
danger of losing one on the other
side. For years, the dear old
Herald boosted and championed
the booze and beer business.
Then, for other years, it kept on
the fence quite closely but caught
rich full-page advertising nuts,
thrown into its grasping paws by
the distillers, brewers, local re
tailers and, above all, wet cam
paign committees.
But public opinion got far in
advance of the dear old Herald.
Then the dear old Herald got far
behind the procession in the march
to victory over Old John Barley
corn. Only last Saturday even
ing, May 25, was the Herald
Squirrel able to climb onto the
band wagon and, from the highest
seat, wave a bone dry banner.
Keep close watch; dear old citi
zen, for future editorials, flam
boyantly, pedantically, even hys
terically telling how “We and
Nancy killed that big wet bear.”
Many opinions are expressed as
to the cause v of the dear old
Herald’s conversion.
One story has it that Fred
Lynch, democratic state boss,
went dry some time ago as a for
lorn hope to lead Fred Wheaton
to victory in his campaign for the
gubernatorial nomination. To
play up properly to his political
partner’s lead, perhaps the
Herald’s controlling owner de
cided that he and his house organ
should turn completely dry.
Another version has it that the
business policy of the Herald bani
trying to pump water from a dry
well or the extraction of milk
from a dry cow, hence the folly
of trying to extract money mois
ture from a dry city, county and,
soon, a state.
Others express a belief that the
Herald decided to rej>ent and ac
cept the Truth before Billy Sun
day got here and bawled out the
bunch in his big gospel barn.
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POETS* CORNER
THE KAISER’S DREAM
There’s a story I’m told, tho strange
It may seem,
How the Great / Kaiser Bill had a
wonderful dream.
He was dreaming of Allies as he lay
in his bed,
When his dream switched about and
he dreamed he was dead.
In a very fine coffin he was lying in
state,
And thousands were there tho none
mourned his fate.
His soul blizzed about and found to
his cost,
That he and his soldiers were doomed
to be lost;
He wouldn't believe it, so to Heaven
went straight,
And arrived at the portals, knocked
loud at the gate;
“Hey, Peter, get busy, quick, open
the door,
See who’s here. It’s the Kaiser.
Make everything roar,
Beat the drums, blow the horns, have
a swell banquet made,
Tell Gott I have come and we’ll have
a parade.’’
Saint Peter looked out. Then, in
voice loud and clear,
Said, “Try below, Bill, you can’t get
in here.’’
“Tut, tut,’’ said the Kaiser “you’re
very uncivil,
Don't probably know I’m a friend of
the Devil,
And I’m going with pleasure,’’ so he
started to go.
A whistling like blazes to make a big
show,
When he came to Hell’s door he was
filled with dismay,
For while waiting outside he o’er
heard Satan say:
“Look here, boys take notice, I give
you all warning,
I’m expecting the Kaiser down here
in the morning;
So give him the ha! ha! and kick him
right out’’
“Oh, Satan, dear friend,” the Kaiser
then cried,
“Excuse me for listening while wait
ing outside,
But please let me in, for where else
can I go?”
“Indeed,” said the Devil, “I’m d—d
if I know.”
“Ach, please let me in, for I’m feel
ing quite cold,
And if you want money, I've plenty
of gold;
Let me sit in a corner, no matter how
hot.”
“Nix, nein,” said the Devil,
certainly not,
You can’t gain admittance by your
coffer or pelf.
Here are sulphur and matches, make
a hell for yourself.
Don't skimp, use them freely, for, by
donner and biltz.
I have plently more left for the Sul
tan and Fritz.”
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From his troublous sleep Bill awoke
in a sweat
And said, “That’s a dream I shall
never forget,
That I won’t get to Heaven I know
very well.
But I never believe I’d be kicked out
of Hell.”
A lyric is a song that springs
Unbidden, as a wild bird's heart
Ripples to music while its wings
Cleave the soft air apart.
It bubbles upward In the mind
Spontaneous as the springs that leap
Eager a comely bed to find
To bear their waters deep.
Tempt not the lyric if thy heart
Knows not this 'sweet melodious
start,
This gush of music born with wings
Like a wild bird that soars and
sings.
—Edward F. Garesche, S. J.
DULUTH’S DRINKLESS DAYS.
Once in a drug-store dreary, as I
wished that I were beery,
Over chocolate ice-cream soda I had
never tried before—
While to like it I upas trying, softly
then there came sighing
As if some one gently crying, crying
up above the door.
Then I saw a crimson raven, weep
ing up above the door;
Quoth Red Raven: ‘‘Nevermore!”
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How will it seem when Peace comes
back once more.
After these desperate days of shat
tering pain?
How will it be with all of us again.
When hushed forever is the thunder
of War?
There still are primroses by many a
shore;
And still there bloom, in many a
lovely lane,
roses’ stain
Is red against full many a garden
door.
Oh, days to be! Oh, honeyed nights
of sleep. \
When the white moon shall mount
the quiet sky!
Shall we be wholly happy when buds
creep,
Remembering those who dared to
bleed and die?
Can we be glad again? Or shall we
weep
For those who told this sad, glad
world good-by?
—Charles Hanson Towne.
A STUBBORN CITIZEN
In the summer of 1892 Aug.
Buboiz was arrested in Duluth
for keeping an unlicensed dog.
He pleaded not guilty and his
trial was set for the third day
afterwards. Although Buboiz
had $3,000 in cash in his pocket,
he went to jail rather than de
posit bail in the sum of $lO.
Several people in Duluth who
are accustomed to having their
own way are terribly peeved be
cause the Ripsaw insists on run
ning permanently.
A LYRIC.
HOW WILL IT SEEM?
Hawthorn and lilacs; and the
HOW HALDEN MOVED CLIFTON STATION
- The patrons of the D. &I. R. station at Clifton sre organizing an
Odin Halden Voting Club—not. /
There is a right smart bunch of voters up around the station of Clifton
but, because of county auditor Halden, they have to take an extra mile
of exercise every time they go to or from a train at the little depot beyond
Lakewood.
For about thirty years, there was a stopping place at Clifton, this
side of French river. It was a favorite getting-off place for fishermen,
campers and settlers. Farmers’ products came down the McQuade road
for shipment from Clifton. Ample side tracks were provided for holding
freight cars and the loading of forest products, such as cordwood, pulp
wood, railroad ties and sawlogs.
It was a sad day for the farmers around Clifton and the city people
who pilgrim to French and Talmage rivers when auditor Halden acquired
some land up that way. It was a sadder day still when Odin Halden, the
original prohibitionist in St. Louis county, as pious brother Marvin has
been trying to convince the church people, provided a site for “Big Bill”
Adams to erect a booze bungalow to house the bibulous Iroquois club.
When that notorious resort was made a certainty, Odin Halden com
manded the D. & I. R. officials to move Clifton station one mile west, which
was promptly and obediently done. As a result, a station that had served
many people for many years, conveniently and satisfactorily, was shoved a
mile further away frdm them, merely to please the King of the Courthouse
and to convenience an occasional sport who wanted to drink, play cards
or do worse at the Iroquois club.
Most of the Iroquois club patrons went there in the dark of the night,
by automobile, only an occasional straggler going on the D. & I. R. trains.
To accommodate an occasional straggler after booze and poker, an entire
community was inconvenienced. Among the many may be mentioned
Robert Johnson, John Lundgren, Matt Sarb, O. Swenson, R. Newman, J.
Hideburg, John Johnson, Charles Anderson, John Carlson, A. Kruse, Ole
Olesen, Gus Frederick, Julius Peterson, P. Tufte, J. Phillips, Ted McQuade,
Fritz Morland, Frank Frerker, Louis Frerker, Sergt. Johnson of police
headquarters.
About sixteen years ago, the Talmage River club was organized in
Duluth. It embraced such men as Peter Sibbald, Capt. “Con.” Flynn,
Charles Paine, M. R. Bush, Glea Harris, George Gamble, John Gamble and
E. B. Gates. They built a little clubhouse and, on Saturday, the women
members would go up and their men folks would follow Sunday morning
if not Saturday night. Moving that station compelled both men and
women to walk at least a mile further.
Judge W. A. Cant owns property there. Jackson Park Is affected by
the change. J. P. Johnson, clerk of the district court, owns a fine farm
that is affected adversely by the change in depot site. But Mr. Johnson
apparently fears Halden’s political ill will, for he fails to roar as loudly
as he might.
Worst of all, the new site, on auditor Halden’s land, is on a grade,
therefore trainmen have much harder work in stopping and starting trains.
The original site of the station was without grade, therefore more suitable
and more safe.
The patrons of the Clifton station had begged for years for a depot
building but deaf ears were turned towards tihem. When “Big Bill” Adams
established his booze bungalow' on the Halden land, the D. & I. R., help
lessly enmeshed in the auditorial spider’s web, promptly built a neat little
depot building. That made all the people up there feel like votfng for
Halden—not.
Protests against discrimination in favor of Halden and Adams and
against the many patrons and settlers, made in writing by Judge IV. A.
Cant, J. P. Johnson and others, availed nothing. A committee finally waited
on F. E. House, president of the D. & I. R.
“most
President House did not have much to say, further than'Stating that
the change was made to equalize the distance between Clifton and French
river stations.
Capt. “Con.” Flynn finally tried a personal interview with Thomas
Owens, D. & 1. R. superintendent, at Two Harbors.
“We strenuously object to this change in depot location,” declared
Capt. Flynn. “It makes all of us walk a mile further than before. It
discommodes transients and does not serve settlers and local residents
nearly so well as the old site.”
“W-e-1-1,” haltingly remarked Mr. Owens, “there are two factions in
this matter. It is impossible to please both of them.”
Pressed for details, Mr. Owens finally stated that Odin Halden was
one faction and the patrons of the station were the opposing one.
“Go see Halden,” advised Supt. Owens. “He’s the man who is opposed
to you.”
“Is there anyone else opposed to us who draws any water?” asked
Capt. Flynn'.
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official.
That a county official and such strong temperance men as President
House and Superintendent Owens should discriminate against an entire
community and many transient patrons, merely to help out a booze bunga
low on county auditor Halden’s private land, makes the people believe that
the D. & I. R. owes Halden for favors so heavy that his slightest wish must
be granted.
An election will take place next November. Odin Halden desires and
badly needs every vote he can get. It will be interesting to see how hard
those patrons of the Clifton station will swat the cunning old King of the
Courthouse when they go to the polls. It will be some swat, you may rest
assured.
As these lines are written, it looks as if Odin Halden and Walter H.
Borgen will be the only candidates for county auditor.. If so, then the
issue will be clean-cut and closely drawn. Then the people can calmly
choose between the two men with no third party or fifth wheel to compli
cate the situation.
But those who Relieve that St. Louis county has had enough Halden
must not expect him to let go without a desperate death struggle. Although
doomed, he either does not yet realize it or refuses to admit it.. He is hard
at work, persistently, cunningly and as desperately as at any time in his
checkered career.
Day and night, week days and Sundays, month in and month out,
Odin Halden will neglect no means, fair or foul, to advance his political
lines to protect his intrenchments in the marble-lined courthouse. Right
now, he is constructing new defenses and, in many cases, at least, it looks
as if kindly old St. Louis county would be made to stand the brunt of the
cost.
Some time ago, sheriff Meining, not a rabid Halden supporter, was
denied a new automobile, through the adverse influence of the Halden ma
chine. At a recent meeting of the board of county commissioners, county
road engineer Acton was cheerfully and promptly voted a new machine.
Engineer Acton owes his position to Halden. H eis an able politician.
Halden never fails to collect political debts, with usury, in the years. he
runs for office. A smooth, clever, likable chap like Acton can combine
much Halden campaigning and a little road engineering to advantage with
the help of a nice new automobile.
About a month ago, director LcDuc, member of the board of educa
tion, proposed to hire John Quincy Adams, courthouse engineer, as busi
ness manager for the board of education at a salary of s‘>,ooo a year. En
gineer Adams, a capable, clever and likable man, as well as a good politi
cian, directly under obligation to Halden for his courthouse job, illy couM
be spared by the high-handed autocrat of the noble granite pile, therefore
he now proposes to raise Mr. Adams* salary from $2lO a month to $250 a
month, thereby retaining his political skill and aid through the campaign.
Thus another intrenchment would be paid for by the people.
Several new faces have been noted in the auditorial chambers recently.
This may indicate that old and trustworthy members of the auditorial staff
are abroad in the county, making medicine for their master.. As camou
flage, they may check up hflf a dozen road scrapers here and there, taking
three weeks for a three-day job, working on county time and at expense of
the county treasury, and charging their expenses to the county, all to the
benefit of tht wily Halden.
When the township assessors visited Duluth, it is stated that, through
them, every voter in the townships represented, was supplied with a copy
of that poorly printed may of St. Louis county and the Miller Trunk Road,
said map bearing the picture of that old, gray, drawn, weary, discouraged
face of the Courthouse King. No proof yet has been furnished that the
kindly old county wil not, eventually, pay for the printing of those maps
so freely used for campaign purposes.
KCmg Odin has a few old tricks left in his ammunition box, do not
doubt that, dear old voter.
We have heard a number of people racing about the toad eating press
mui the number of newspapers doing the work for the big boys and found
it not within us to believe that there were many such papers. There are,
however, a few we have learned and they are of very little use either to
themselves or their owners. You may rest assured that it will be such
papers as these which will throw their support to Odin Halden for county
Auditor this year. Watch the newspapers over the county during the com
ing campaign and you will have little trouble locating the papers whose
editors are subservient to the will of some one other than themselves.
“No, see Halden. He’s the only one,’’ concluded the D. & I. R.
Only Two Candidates for Auditor.
Keep Eyes Open For the Toad Eaters.
(D. A. Craig in Buhl Advertiser)
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