Archive for October 26th, 2010

1894: The Circle Under the Rooster

October 26, 2010


The next day after the November election of 1893 in this county, the editor of THE OHIO DEMOCRAT scratched off the following. The concluding verse, headed “Resurgam” (I shall rise again), is a prediction of a revival which it is hoped the Democrats of Tuscarawas county will verify on Tuesday next, by turning out to the election and voting their ticket. That is all they have to do, to “rise again” and redeem themselves. Democrats of Tuscarawas, will you “rise up,” like your late old chief, the great WILLIAM ALLEN, and be yourselves once more? We believe you will:

Who Killed our Cock Robin?

Who killed the Democratic fowl?
I, said Republican Chairman Souers:
I organized the Republican powers,
And made the Democrat rooster howl;
I killed the fowl.

Who saw the barnyard chicken die?
I, said Republican Secta’ry Douthitt.
There’s no sort of doubt at all about it:
I cut his spurs and closed his eye;
I saw him die.

Who’ll dig the dead bird’s little grave?
I, said John Graham. We all did slay him.
Dead, we’ll now flay him, and then we’ll lay him
Away in the hole I’ll dig so brave;
I’ll dig his grave.

Who’ll be the parson, at obsequies?
I, said Stoutt, of Chronicle fame:
I’ll read the service for the same,
And pray that his soul may rest in peace;
I’ll be the parson.

Who’ll be the sexton to plant his remains?
I, said Peterson, in stentori’n tones:
I’m de very coon to bury hes bones,
and make de hoodoo from he old pertains;
I’ll be de sexton.

Who’ll write his epitaph, giving his points?
I, said Wils. Korns; I’m stuck on the job:
I’ll write it as fine as Pagan Bob,
And give him a send-off to Hades’ joints;
I’ll write his epitaph.

Who’ll be the mourners regretting his fall?
We, said the voters who gave him away:
We’ll never forget the sorrowful day
On which we went back on our emblem all;
We’ll be the mourners.

Who’ll bear the bird’s corpse to its place of rest?
We, said the Democrats true to their own:
We’ll carry his body in honor down,
And drop the myrtles all over his breasts;
We’ll bear the corpse.


Another year hence, our new bird will be grown;
In beauty and strength he will enter the field;
And that same old coon as of yore will yield,
To the might of the spears that will bring him down,
Another year hence.

The Ohio Democrat (New Philadelphia, Ohio) Nov 1, 1894

The Ohio Democrat - Sep 27, 1894

WORK is what counts.
GOLD exports have ceased.
DEMOCRATS are gaining votes daily.
McKINLEY is booming his own panic.
DEMOCRATS, “work while it is yet day.”
THE campaign in New York State is “red-hot.”
THE poll of Indiana shows that it is safely Democratic.
GO to your polling place and vote, as soon as possible.
LET us have some Democratic thunder, boys, at the ensuing election.
THE way to elect your ticket, and the only way, is to go and vote it.
THE people of this State evidently have no more need for a Governor than the French have for a king.
“STOP her!” cries McKINLEY. But the Democratic tariff train keeps going right on, and so does business.
“INDUSTRIAL accounts are on the whole more encouraging,” says Dun’s Review of Saturday last. Just so, though loath to acknowledge it.
ANOTHER month would carry Ohio for the Democracy, in spite of the solid block of 25,00 to 30,000 negro votes owned by the Republican politicians.
EVERY Democrat should do his duty in going to the election and casting his vote by marking a plain X in the circle under the rooster at the head of the Democratic ticket. Then he will have cause to rejoice.

The Ohio Democrat (New Philadelphia, Ohio) Nov 1, 1894


The original nursery rhyme can be read here:

Title: Cock Robin, and Other Nursery Rhymes and Jingles
Pages 9-11
Published: 1883
Cassell, Petter, Galpin & Co. – London, Paris & New York.


Galveston Daily News - Nov 6, 1894

Night Train HooDoo

October 26, 2010


Engineer of a Fast Train Receives a Fright Which He Can’t Forget.

“The nervous strain on the engineer of a fast train is something enormous,” said one of them the other day, reports the Detroit Free Press. “Not only the lives of the passengers are at stake, but there is the constant fear of running over someone on the track. An accident, no matter how innocent the engineer, is always a kind of hoodoo. What was my first accident? I shall never forget it. If it had been traced on my mind with a streak of lightning it couldn’t have made a more lasting impression.

“It happened one bright moonlight night in November. We were spinning over the rail full speed across the country whee there were few people passing at that time of night, when I looked out and saw the figure of a man lying across the track not ten feet in front of the engine. I stopped quick as possible, but too late, of course. We had run over him, and the lifeless was under the wheels. We got out to look for him, and found his hat, a piece of his coat sleeve and one of his shoes, but the rest seemed to be further back under the train. I backed up the engine and got out to look again. There lay the body. I nearly fainted when I saw its distorted form. I felt like a murderer. Did I known the man? No, not personally. He was a scarecrow from a neighboring corn field.”

Reno Evening Gazette (Reno, Nevada) Apr 6, 1898