The Truly Spectacular Schnurrbart of John A. Logan

 For president James G. Blaine, of Maine - for vice president John A. Logan, of Illinois

For president James G. Blaine, of Maine – for vice president John A. Logan, of Illinois (1884)


THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE.

Tune — “Red, White and Blue.

Democrats may flourish their bandannas —
The flag of our country we’ll wave.
The “boys” from the lakes to savannas
Once more this grand Union will save.
With Harrison and Morton for leaders,
We’ll sweep victoriously through;
From Maine to shores the of Pacific,
And carry the red, white and blue.

Chorus.
And carry the red, white and blue.
And carry the red, white and blue.
From Maine to the shores of Pacific
We’ll carry the red, white and blue.

‘Mid the shrieks of the shells and the bullets,
Where carnage and death held high glee,
And patriots were falling the thickest,
Where agony only you’d see,
There thousands and thousands perished,
To their country and Union true,
For love of the flag that they cherished,
For love of the red, white and blue!

Chorus.

O, prate not of Cleveland’s reforming,
Or Thurman’s great love for the “boys;”
When Democrats the North were a storming,
It made the “Old Roman” rejoice.
Let Democrats carry bandannas,
To the flag of the Union we’re true,
From the lakes across the savannas
We’ll carry the red, white and blue.

Chorus.

“Protection to all!” is our slogan,
No Tories our land shall control,
Led on by the spirit of Logan,
Protection we’ll sound to each Pole!
Let party slaves flourish bandannas,
To the flag of our Union we’re true,
From the lakes across the savannas
We’ll carry the red, white and blue.

Chorus.


Notes:

The red bandannas that Democrats waved, tied to their canes, or wore on their hats, in 1888 were the symbol of Allen G. Thurman, Democratic vice-presidential candidate, who used a red bandanna to punctuate his rhetorical flourishes in his oratory — when not blowing his nose on it.

The “boys” are members of the US military.

Harrison is Benjamin Harrison, Republican candidate for president.  Morton is Levi Morton, his vice-presidential running mate.

The shrieks of shells and bullets happened during the Civil War, when Harrison was a Union general.

Cleveland was indeed a reform candidate.   The “democrats” who were storming the north were Confederate soldiers.  “The Old Roman” was Thurman’s nickname in the Senate.

The Republicans favored protectionism  — tariffs on foreign goods.   The “Tories” were British sympathizers during the American Revolution.  Here they are folks who want the tariffs lowered (which would make British goods cheaper inside the US).  “Logan” would be Senator John A. Logan of Illinois. (The “spirit of Logan” rather than Logan himself, since he’d died in 1886.)  See also “Democratic Rascality and Republican Honesty,”  from The Republican Campaign Text-book for 1888.


Tomorrow:  As Harrison Marches On

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A Blowin’ On His Nose

an Campaign Bandanna

Grover Cleveland/Allen Thurman Campaign Bandanna


THE TWO ENSIGNS.

In ’76 a patriot band —
The brave, the tried and true-
Unfurled our standard to the breezes
The dear red, white and blue.

In ’61, o’er loyal hosts,
Our ensign kissed the breeze,
While the “old bandanna” stifled
Thurman’s Hyperborean sneeze.

In ’64, ‘midst battle smoke,
Our flag of all the free
Waved proudly o’er brave Harrison,
With Sherman, to the sea.

In ’87, when Cleveland said
The rebel flags should go,
Old Allen G. unfurled his rag
And calmly took a blow.

One is the emblem of free trade
And rampant anarchy;
The other floats throughout the land,
The ensign of the free.

And when you know the use of each
The contrast wider grows;
One fires the patriotic heart —
The other wipes the nose.

— C. E. Blossom,

MlAMISBURG, O.


Notes:

’76 would have been 1776; the American Revolution.  We’re comparing the American flag with Thurman’s handkerchief.

’61 would have been 1861, the American Civil War.  Thurman opposed the war.  He was also noted for his frequent head-colds, and for frequently blowing his nose on a red bandanna which he carried for the purpose.  He also waved his bandanna about while making oratorical points.  “Hyperborean” means of or pertaining to the extreme north.

’64 would have been 1864, when Benjamin Harrison, by then a brevet general, took part in the Atlanta campaign under Sherman.  (Later, Sherman’s brother, John, sponsored the Sherman Anti-Trust Act, which Harrison signed.)

’87 would have been 1887, in Cleveland’s first term; when he said “The rebel flags should go” what is being referred to is Cleveland trying to get captured Confederate flags returned to the units that had lost them.  This still hasn’t happened…..

Allen G. is Allen G. Thurman.  (Thurman’s supporters showed their support by displaying red bandannas.)

The Democrats (and Thurman) favored Free Trade.


Tomorrow: The Red, White and Blue.

 

 

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The Star-Eyed Goddess

John Bull greets the maiden Columbia.

John Bull greets the maiden Columbia.


READY FOR THE BATTLE.

Air- Policemen* s Chorus — Pirates of Penzance — “When a Felon’s not Engaged.

We are ready for the battle of November
That shall settle Grover Cleveland’s little fate,
And we feel no whit of fear, for we remember
We have got a soldier-statesman candidate!
We have drawn our swords to fight for trade protection,
And we follow gallant General Harrison!
Be happy now, dear Grover, the election
Will make your lot a most unhappy one!

We will follow gallant General Harrison,
Making Grover’s lot a most unhappy one.
We’ve unfurled the starry banner of the nation;
The nation is our promise and our care;
The flag floats on, while hills’ reverberation
Proclaims the people’s joy to see it there,
For industries must not be unprotected,
And we who do not want our trade undone
This autumn, mean to see with vim elected
A gentleman whose name is Harrison.
And we who do not want that trade undone
Will vote this fall for General Harrison.
We will march unto the voting place, this autumn,
With a straight Protection ballot and a spade ;
We’ll teach the Demmies there when we have caught ’em
And we’ll dig a grave and there inter Free Trade.
We’ll bury it so deep no trumpet sounded,
And no English-manufactured army gun
They may fire above the grave that we have rounded,
Can awake the Star-Eyed Goddess’s dead son.
And no English-manufactured army gun
Shall awake the Star-Eyed Goddess’s dead son!

Grover Cleveland is a John Bull in appearance;
They are brothers in the roundness of the vest,
They are brothers in denouncing interference
With the business of that land both love the best.
Then there’s Thurman, who is also very foreign —
A gentleman is he from ancient Rome ;
And he doesn’t seem to care a yellow florin
For the industries we’ve nurtured here at home.
Neither Cleveland nor this gentleman from Rome
Care for industries we’ve nurtured here at home!

But there’s Harrison and Morton for Protection!
And so we say we’re ready for the fight!
We are bound to win this National election,
For America, Protection and the Right!
No friend of Johnny Bull shall longer rule us,
Not even if he weighed a half a ton;
And no gentleman from ancient Rome shall fool us,
For we’re going to vote for Benny Harrison!
If Grover Cleveland weighed a half a ton,
We still should vote for Benny Harrison!

— O. C. Hooper


Notes:

The presidential election of November, 1888, put Republican Benjamin Harrison (who favored protective tariffs), against incumbent Democrat Grover Cleveland (who favored free trade).

Free trade was widely seen (by the Republicans) as a British plot, favoring English manufacturers.

Benjamin Harrison had been a general in the Federal army during the American Civil War.

“Vim” is enthusiasm.  It is usually seen in the phrase “vim and vigor.”

The Star-Eyed Goddess is Free Trade.   (“The Star-Eyed Goddess” was a phrase of Henry Watterson, long-time editor of the Louisville Courier-Journal and an early syndicated columnist.)

John Bull is the personification of England (just as Uncle Sam is the personification of the USA).

The Democratic vice-presidential candidate was Allen Thurman, whose nickname was “The Old Roman.”

Morton was Levi Morton of New York, the Republican vice-presidential candidate.

“A half a ton” is a reference to Grover Cleveland’s impressive physique.


Tomorrow: The Two Ensigns.

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Off to the Races

Harness Racing

Mr. Frank Work’s team Edward and Dick Swiveller, driven by Mr. John Murphy, in their match against time, 2:20 to wagon, at the gentlemen’s driving park, Morissania, New York, July 13, 1882, time, 2:16 3-4

THE RACERS.

Air — “Yankee Doodle.”

Hurrah! Hurrah for Harrison!
Hurrah for Levi Morton!
The nags are picked the race to run,
Oh, don’t you hear them snortin’?

Chorus:
Hurrah, then, for the bonny flag!
It beats the old Bandana!
We’ll carry with it New York State,
And also Indiana!

The “off” one there’s from New York State,
The “nigh” from Indiana;
The “off” will run ‘gainst Grover great,
The “nigh” against Bandana.

Now Levi has a pedigree
And Ben is no beginner;
His grandsire in the Derby ran
Of ’40 and was winner.

For Harrison and Morton cheer!
They’re good old stock, remember;
Their powers of staying will appear
On homestretch in November.

If Levi wins in New York State
And Ben in Indiana,
‘Twill mean “Get out” for Grover great
And “Keep out” for Bandana.

Columbus Dispatch.


Notes:

In the election of 1888,  the two swing states were New York and Indiana.    On the Republican side,  Benjamin Harrison, the presidential candidate, had been a senator from Indian, while his running mate, Levi Morton, had been both a governor of New York and a US representative from New York.  On the Democratic side, presidential candidate Grover Cleveland had been a governor of New York,  while his running mate, Allen Thurman, had been a representative and a senator from Ohio.

In a horse team, the horse on the driver’s left is the nigh horse; the horse on the driver’s right is the off horse.

“Bandana” is Allen Thurman; famous for frequently blowing his nose on a red bandana.

Ben Harrison’s grandsire was William Henry Harrison, who won the presidential election in 1840 (and promptly became the president with the shortest term in office, dying a month after his inauguration).

“Grover great” refers to his girth, not to to his accomplishments as president.

In the election, while Cleveland won the popular vote, Harrison took the Electoral College and so became president.


Tomorrow: Ready for the Battle

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Peach Trees

 

Battle of Resaca

Battle of Resaca


PEACH TREE CREEK.

At Peachtree creek in Sixty-four,
Hood’s rebels held the summit:
Their lines were long and full and strong,
And straight as line and plummet.

Below them stood the Union ranks,
And waved the starry banner,
And at the front Ben Harrison
With his Seventieth Indiana.

“Charge at them, men!” cried sturdy Ben;
“What, colonel, without orders?”
“Yes, charge the hill! and with a will
We’ll sweep the rebel borders.”

And in the van, that gallant man,
Ben Harrison, led the onset,
And drove out Hood and all his brood
And held the hill at sunset.

“Bravissimo! ” cried fighting Joe,
“Ben Harrison’s no Quaker;
I’ll make him here a brigadier
For Peachtree and Resaca.”

Now once again the Union men,
Demanding home protection,
Place in the van that gallant man,
And promise him election.

“Charge up the hill!” again he shouts,
“Down with the red bandanna!”
Up, boys, and vote! Again promote
Brave Ben of Indiana!

Boston Traveller.


Notes:

No tune given.

One may find a fuller (and more objective) description of the Battle of Peach Tree Creek (2o July 1864)  here.

Ben Harrison had raised the 70th Indiana and was its colonel.

“Fighting Joe” was Major General Joseph Hooker, commander of XX Corps.  The 70th Indiana was in Ward’s division.

Hood was John Bell Hood, the confederate commander.

Quakers were pacifists.  A “quaker” was also a wooden cannon, set up to confuse the enemy as to the number of cannons in a given battery.

Resaca was another battle in the Atlanta campaign, 14 May 1864.

“Home protection” would be the protective tariff so beloved of the Republicans.

The red bandana is Senator Thurman, Grover Cleveland’s running mate.  He’s being compared to the Confederate battle flag.


Tomorrow:  The Racers

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Not How It Used to Be

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This weekend, this year’s Worldcon in Kansas City announced the winners of the Hugo Awards – and the results were reported as news in a variety of non-fannish outlets, from the Guardian to Slate.

‘Twas not always thus.  Within the living memory of fandom,* the science-fiction community could carry out its debates and fanfeuds without anyone else caring or even noticing, because in terms of literary respectability, sf was a pariah genre, ranking well below mystery fiction or even westerns.  (Only romance fiction ranked lower on the respectability scale, possibly because it suffered from the added stigma of girliness.)  Newspaper and television reporting on sf conventions was heavy on the “look at these people in their funny costumes” factor and light on “listen to these people talking about everything from literature to politics.”

These days, we can’t count on that comfortable obscurity any more.  Science fiction and fantasy…

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Uncle Jumbo

The next section is labeled “Later Songs.


Grover Cleveland, full-length portrait, standing, facing right, holding hat

Grover Cleveland, full-length portrait, standing, facing right, holding hat


THE COLLAR AND THE KERCHIEF.

Air — “John Brown.

Grover Cleveland is a collar of extraordinary size,
So that many men mistake him for a corset in disguise,
He standeth on his tip-toes and he looketh with surprise,
As we go marching on.

Chorus. — Glory, etc.

When first he was invented for the Democratic shirt,
He was laundried by a mugwump who declared him free from dirt;
In spite of that, he’s got to go, we might just here insert,
As we go marching on.

Chorus — Glory, etc.

The Muggies put about him for to keep him clean and warm,
A tie of beauteous colors that was called by them “Reform,”
But that was blown to glory in the office-seeking storm,
As we go marching on.

Chorus — Glory, etc.

Now the Democrats into his mammoth button-hole have tied
A dullish red Bandana that is very long and wide,
And have hung the two above them to excite the party pride
As we go marching on.

Chorus — Glory, etc.

Against their mammoth collar, and their kerchief, too, of red,
We’ll hoist the starry banner at our mighty column’s head
And never halt till Harrison to Washington we’ve led,
As we go marching on.

Chorus — Glory, etc.

—O. C. Hooper.


Notes:

Grover’s collar refers to his girth.  President “Uncle Jumbo” Cleveland was quite large.

Cleveland ran, and was elected, as a reformer.

The Mugwumps — “Muggies” — were Republicans who voted Democratic.  The “office seeking” was people who supported Cleveland in return for political favors.

The red bandana was Senator Thurman’s symbol.  (Thurman was Cleveland’s running mate in ’88.)


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Higher than Gilderoy’s Kite

Protection to home industry

Protection to home industry


THE PEOPLE’S SONG.

Air — “Gilderoy.

We long to see the season come
When we can vote for Harrison,
For there is nothing can prevent
His being the next President;
He leads the cause against Free Trade,
And we propose to give him aid;
O, Grover dear, you’d better run
Than measure swords with Harrison!

When some were in their cradles rock’d,
Their fathers round the Hero flock’d.
The fight was hard, but still they won,
Led on by General Harrison;
But now with double force they come,
The war-worn soldier, with his son,
They strike the time without the drum,
Both right and left, for Harrison.

Supporting General Harrison,
The people have no risk to run —
For he can first adjust their laws,
Then with his sword maintain their cause.
Then raise the banner till it floats,
While men are handing in their votes;
And may their ballots tell as one,
Success to General Harrison.

Then let this song, for one, be sung,
As clear as rebel rifles rung,
By middle-aged, old and young,
Without one jar or faltering tongue;
And let the spangled banner wave,
High on the breeze, above the brave,
While they proclaim the work is done,
We’ll join for General Harrison.


Notes:

The Republicans stood for Tariffs, as opposed to the Democrats (like Grover Cleveland) who favored Free Trade.

Ben Harrison was, in fact, a general in the American Civil War (some twenty-plus years before the election of 1888).


Tomorrow:  The Collar and the Kerchief

 

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The Red Bandana

 Our choice, Grover Cleveland, A.G. Thurman. Democratic nominees, for president for vice president

Our choice, Grover Cleveland, A.G. Thurman. Democratic nominees, for president for vice president

 


CAMPAIGN SONG.

Air — “Good-by, My Lover, Good-by.”

O Democrats, hear the trumpet blow,
Good-by, free traders, good-by!
Pack up your grips, its time to go,
Good-by, free traders, good-by!
Protection is the people’s wealth,
Good-by, free traders, good-by!
And we will guard the Nation’s health,
Good-by, free traders, good-by!

Chorus.

By, Cleveland, by, O!
By, Thurman, by, O!
Home and prosperity!
Old British free traders, good-by!

The flag is floating in the breeze,
Good-by, bandanna, Good-by!
The stars and stripes will better please,
Good-by, bandanna, good-by!
We’ll nail our banner to the mast,
Good-by, bandanna, good-by!
Your old red rag won’t stand the blast,
Good-by, bandanna, good-by!

Chorus.

By, Cleveland, by, O!
By, Thurman, by, O!
Wave, flag of loyalty!
Old red bandanna, good-by!

Old Indiana names the man,
Good by, dear Grover, good-by!
Come here and beat him if you can,
Good-by, dear Grover, good-by!
Ben Harrison is the man to win,
Good-by, dear Grover, good by !
Go home and watch our Benjamin!
Good-by, big Grover, good-by!

Chorus.

By, Cleveland, by, O!
By, Thurman, by, O!
Harrison and victory!
Four hundred pounder, good-by!

They brought poor Thurman out too late,
Good-by, Old Roman, good-by!
In Morton he will meet his fate,
Good-by, Old Roman, good-by!
Our soldier Ben the land will sweep,
Good-by, Old Roman, good by!
November leaves shall bury you deep !
Good-by, Old Roman, good-by!

Chorus.

By, Cleveland, by, O!
By, Thurman, by, O!
Union and purity!
Old foul bandanna, good-by!

— Richard Lew Dawson.


Notes:

.The Democrats (Cleveland and Thurman) stood for Free Trade, while the Republicans (Harrison and Morton) stood for Protective Tariffs.

“Grips” are small suitcases or overnight bags.

The suggestion is that the perfidious British supported Free Trade in order to destroy American manufacturing.

The red bandana is the handkerchief that Allen G. Thurman waved about to punctuate his points when speaking — when he wasn’t blowing his nose with it.  (Nose-blowings that were renowned for their length, volume, and frequency.)  Nevertheless, Thurman’s supporters showed their support by wearing red bandanas on their hats, or tied to their canes.

Benjamin Harrison was a senator from Indiana.

Four hundred pounder:  Grover Cleveland was quite a — large — fellow.

Thurman’s nickname in the senate was “The Old Roman.”  (He was the noblest Roman of them all.)

Levi Morton, of New York, was Harrison’s running-mate.

Soldier Ben:  Harrison had a distinguished career as an army officer in the Civil War.

November leaves:  the presidential election was held in November.


Tomorrow:  The People’s Song

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To Know the Day or Hour

In the Evil Day: Violence Comes to One Small Town by Richard Adams Carey

19 August is the anniversary of the attack on Colebrook, NH.

In the Evil Day

In the Evil Day: Violence comes to one small town by Richard Adams Carey

This isn’t really a book review.  Nor is it a reminiscence.   I’ve written more extensively elsewhere on the Colebook massacre; the attack on my town by by an assault-weapon wielding man that left four dead and many more wounded.  Including personal friends of mine:  Scott Philips went to my church; Dennis’ Joos’ wife was a fan of my books.

As Mr. Carey points out, memories vary.  They shift over time.  My memory varies in some points from what he’s written.  That’s fine.  There are a hundred– a thousand– different memories.  But, having said that, I have two bones to pick with this book.

First, while Mr. Carey does an excellent job of identifying all of the law enforcement officers shown in the photos and such, he does not identify any of the EMTs.  Observe the caption on the photo:  “A wounded Jeff Caulder, clutching Todd Bogardus’s shotgun, being carried out of the woods at Brunswick Springs.  Assisting the EMT are, left to right, Sam Sprague, Bogardus, and Steve Brooks.  Photo courtesy of Toby Talbot, and the Associated Press.” How hard would it have been to identify “the EMT” as Dave Fuller of the Stratford Ambulance Corps?   Law Enforcement wasn’t tevil_day.he only public safety group affected.  In the years after the event, in the emergency medicine community, marriages broke up, ex-smokers took up smoking again, others dropped out or moved away.  The trauma spread out.

Second, no matter how good one’s storytelling instincts, you can’t put the inner thoughts of a man who was dead by the end of the day, who never wrote his thoughts down or spoke with another person, into a work of non-fiction.   “Imaginative license,” Mr. Carey writes, “has been exercised in describing Carl Drega’s thoughts, memories, and state of mind as he climbed out of his Dodge pickup in the parking lot of LaPerle’s IGA and as he prepared to destroy his home and flee into Vermont.  The rendering of such episodes from Drega’s point of view represents my best educated guess, as a storyteller, in the portrayal of moments that must ultimately remain inscrutable.”  If you add fiction to non-fiction, the result is fiction.   It adds doubt to a narrative that needs to have sharp lines.  It adds a question mark to the inner thoughts of others among the dead that are also recounted here, even though it’s entirely plausible that they might have spoken to somebody, told the person at the next desk, mentioned to a friend, what they’d been thinking that day.  Also, I disagree with Mr. Carey as to what Mr. Drega’s thoughts, memories, and state of mind may have been, and my storytelling ability is pretty darned good.

The book needs an index.

All this being said: I learned things I hadn’t known, including that “In the fall of that same year [2002], in Nashua, [Vin] Suprynowicz would be the guest of honor, the featured speaker at the thirtieth annual convention of the New Hampshire Libertarian Party.”  People who want to know why I will never vote for any Libertarian, for any reason, at any time, in any race, even if no one else is running, need look no further.  As I said elsewhere, “I spit in your face, Vin Suprynowicz. You aren’t fit to speak the names of the heroes your boy shot down.”

This isn’t a long book, 311 pages, but it took me over a month to read it.  I had to stop fairly often.

I recommend it to everyone.

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