“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[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?