. Carpenter. ntic ocean to the Pacific, amican unhesitatingly say that we have themodel city of America. In condoallow me to say that it is easy to dropinto the role of demagogism and win ap-plause by an appeal to human passioninstead of common sense. There neverwas introduced into our system of g THE CflRPEHTER ernment a more glaring humbug, to shutthe eyes of the thoughtless, than unquali-fied suffrage. It is the fruitful motherof graft. It has made our statesmen alot of demagogues, and placed the citi-zens in the menial position of runningto legislative halls asking that we bemade to do our
. Carpenter. ntic ocean to the Pacific, amican unhesitatingly say that we have themodel city of America. In condoallow me to say that it is easy to dropinto the role of demagogism and win ap-plause by an appeal to human passioninstead of common sense. There neverwas introduced into our system of g THE CflRPEHTER ernment a more glaring humbug, to shutthe eyes of the thoughtless, than unquali-fied suffrage. It is the fruitful motherof graft. It has made our statesmen alot of demagogues, and placed the citi-zens in the menial position of runningto legislative halls asking that we bemade to do our duty as men by enact-ments. Finally, instead of endorsingwhat must be a backward step, let us unite with the efforts of our Board ofTrade and Chamber of Commerce tomake the dream of the late AlexanderR. Shepherd (the finest national capitalin the world) a reality. Gentlemen andbrothers, I respectfully submit, this ispurely a local political question thatshould have been ruled out of order THE HOME OP (By Basil Home is the saererl refuge of our lives.—Drydeu. EAR to the heart ofevery man is thethought of of timesthat have passed areconjured up beforethe mind, bringing asad, lonely longingfor the olden daysthat once were, butwhich will never comeagain. Often in thesedreams there comes the picture of ourmother, for she is inseparably linkedwith them. In her kind, sweet face weread the story of a heart whose painsand sympathy for us we can never fullyrealize or repay—of an undying lovewhich follows us from even before ourbirth to even beyond the grave. Howmany little incidents, reminders of thatlove, can we recall! There is our father,too—in the writings and reflections ofmen his silent sacrifices are too oftenforgotten. Can we forget them, though?We can see him now—working, worrying,quietly and cheerfully treading his alltoo rocky way, in order that we mightgain the benefits of life and freedom. We see our brothers and our sisters,we thi
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