Even them canderdate fellers, what acted kind a cold durin our foreclosin trial, come around smilin, Jobe said, and shook hands, and said that “they knode it would come around all right,” that “a man never loses anything by votin the strait ticket.” They told Jobe to “cheer up and git ready for the next election,” and all sich stuff. Jobe he come home declarin that the Republican party was the “grand old party” of the universe, he was so puffed up like. Last night I actually heerd him whistlin one of them campaign tunes, while he was a feedin of the calf. When the calf got all the milk out of the bucket and looked up at Jobe lovin like, Jobe patted him on the head and told him he was a nice feller and looked so knowin, like McKinley, that he would call him “Billy,” in honor of the next president. Jobe then started to the house a whistlin agin, when William came at him stiff-legged, and struck Jobe on them election patches I put on his pants, and knocked Jobe down on his hands and knees, and before Jobe could git up, William hit him agin, knockin him clear down. Jobe turned over on his back and begin to strike at McKinley with the bucket, sayin, “You dum rascal,” or somethin like that. He then clamered to his feet and took arter the calf, kickin as hard as he could kick. The second kick he missed the calf and fell. Then I hollered at him. [Illustration: “Before Jobe could git up William hit him agin.”] He got up, put his hand on his hip and limped to the house. When he come in says he: “Ile kill that dum calf if he ever acts that way agin. He like to a broke my hip.” “Why, Jobe,” says I, “dident I jist hear you namin him for the leadinest Republican of the State? Dont you know he was jist a givin you a practical lesson in polerticks? Dont be mad, Jobe,” says I, “youle be a lovin him tomorrow with all your heart.” At that Jobe went into the room to git the bottle of salvation oil, mutterin somethin as he went about me not havin any sense. Now, isent it a fact that the polerticians and officeholders have been actin like that bull calf toward Jobe and his likes for years? Haint they been lookin into the face of the taxpayers pleasin like jist before every election? Haint they been buttin the life out of the people that feed them by increasin salaries, and makin taxes higher, and sellin out to rich trusts and sich, ever since the war? Haint they made law on law agin the poor and for the rich? Haint they issued bonds on top of bonds, to the rich people and on the poor? Haint they raised salary arter salary of officeholders when the people never asked it? Haint they brought us to a gold basis and made it hard for people to pay interest and mortgages? Haint they made it easy for the money-lender to foreclose agin the borrower? Haint they destroyed millions and millions of the people’s greenback money? Haint they demonitized silver? Haint they done everything agin the people and nothin for them?