The Back Matter

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Alson J. Streeter and Charles E. Cunningham / The Union Labor Party / 1888

 


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Adverting copy from the last page and inside back cover of The Harrison log cabin song book of 1840 : Revised for the campaign of 1888, with numerous new songs to patriotic airs,  edited by O. C. Hooper and published by A. H. Smythe.

Alas, the contemplated edition of this book with the music included has eluded me, if it was ever actually published, nor do I have a copy of a second volume, if indeed it was ever produced, available to me.

Streeter and Cunningham, of the Union Labor Party, in the picture above, were only two of the third-party candidates from 1888.  They won nearly 150,000 votes and carried two counties.

Other third-party candidates in 1888 were Clinton B. Fisk and John A. Brook of the Prohibition Party (the most successful of the third-parties in 1888, with close to 259,000 votes).  They would eventually see their platform carry in 1919 with the Volstead Act and the 18th Amendment — which over the following decade would be proved, by the experimental method, to be a thunderingly bad idea.

The United Labor Party fielded Robert H. Cowdrey and  W.H.T. Wakefield.   They proposed a single tax as their main platform plank, a plan that still hasn’t gone away, although it, too, looks like it would be a  thunderingly bad idea.  As such it’s been seized on by the modern Libertarians, who have a positive tropism for bad ideas.

The National Equal Rights Party ran Belva A. Lockwood and Charles S. Wells, on a platform supporting female suffrage.  This was such an amazingly good idea that it’s a wonder that Adams, Jefferson, Franklin et al. didn’t put it in the Constitution when they had a chance.  The 19th Amendment, in 1920, gave women the vote. Lockwood was the first female admitted to practice law before the US Supreme Court, and, in 1884, had become the first female US Presidential candidate to actually appear on official printed ballots.

The American Party, the last gasp of the Anti-Masonic Party that had figured so prominently in US politics in the 1830s and 1840s, nominated James L. Curtis and Peter D. Wigginton.

The Industrial Reform Party ran Albert Redstone.

The Greenback Party, which favored paper money, having achieved all its goals, had no reason to exist.  They got just seven delegates to their convention, didn’t field a candidate, and vanished.


So, back to Election songs.  Should I do the Election of 1860, the Election of 1840, or shall I turn to other subjects?

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Farewell to Ben and Grover

Republican platform and presidential nominees

Republican platform and presidential nominees

The regular Democratic nominations For President, Grover Cleveland of New York. For Vice Pres't, Allen G. Thurman of Ohio.

The regular Democratic nominations For President, Grover Cleveland of New York. For Vice Pres’t, Allen G. Thurman of Ohio.


 

 

And here it is, the last entry in the 1888 Harrison Log Cabin Song Book:

SET HIM THERE K-SOCK.

And they’s still another idy ‘at I ort to here append,
In a sort o’ nota beany, fer to taper off the end,
In a manner more befittin’ to a subject jes’ in view,
Regardin’ things in politics, and what we’re goin’ to do.

Along a little later, when affairs at Washington,
‘At’s been harassin’ us so long, has got so Harrison,
We’re goin’ to give the man a seat, and set him there k-sock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

— James Whitcomb Riley.


Notes:

When the Frost is on the Punkin” is perhaps the best-known of American poet James Whitcomb Riley’s works, aothough these stanzas don’t appear in the standard text.

Unfortunately, it’s in dialect.  Idy=Idea.  Nota beany = Nota bene.  And so on.  Doubly unfortunately, the word “k-sock” doesn’t appear in any dictionary of slang or Americanisms that I’ve been able to reference–I have no idea what it means (though from context it’s probably on the order of kerplunk).

Harrison, of course, is Benjamin Harrison, the Republican candidate in 1888.

No tune was given; I doubt there was one.


Next time: the advertising material at the back of the book.  Soon after, an index of titles and first lines!

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The Looming Spectre of Christmas Presents

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That time of year is coming around again . . . the Northern Hemisphere Midwinter Holiday (exported to the Southern Hemisphere by transplanted Northern Hemisphereans), in which we celebrate, among numerous other things, the fact that the sun has come back for another year.  I never fully appreciated that aspect of the season when I was a young thing growing up in Florida, or even in Texas; it took moving up to live cheek-by-jowl with the 45th parallel to show me just why so many different cultures thought that the winter solstice was a thing to celebrate.  Right now, we’re in the tight and rapid end of the downward spiral, with night closing in at 4PM or even earlier, and the sense of relief when the days start getting longer again is, believe me, immediate and intense.

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Wave High the Red Bandanna

Hon. Allen Granberry Thurman of Ohio

Hon. Allen Granberry Thurman of Ohio


 

And so, my friend, we approach the end of The Harrison Log Cabin Song Book of 1840: Revised for the campaign of 1888, with numerous new songs to patriotic airs.

CLEVELAND’S VICE.

Air — “Meerschaum Pipe.

Oh, who is Grover Cleveland’s Vice,
Cleveland’s Vice,
Oh, who is Grover Cleveland’s Vice,
Cleveland’s Vice,
Oh, who is Grover Cleveland’s Vice
In this trip up Salt creek?
Allen Thurman!

Oh, who is riding on behind?
Allen Thurman! Red Bandan!

Oh, which of them should ride in front?
Allen Thurman! Red Bandan! Old Roman!

Oh, who is being sacrificed?
Allen Thurman! Red Bandan! Old Roman! That is the plan!

Oh, whose life will ambition cost?
Allen Thurman! Red Bandan! Old Roman! That is the plan! Devised by Dan! BAD MAN!!


Notes:

The song that’s being used here is Meerschaum Pipe,  and this is its full text:

From:

Students’ Songs: Comprising the Newest and Most Popular College Songs as Now Sung at Harvard, Yale, Columbia, Cornell, Johns Hopkins, Dartmouth, Amherst, Michigan, Vassar, Brown, Wellesley, Princeton, Williams, Bowdoin, Wesleyan, Trinity, Lafayette, Boston, Tufts, Union, ETC.

Compiled and edited by William H. Hills, Harvard Class of 1880.

Oh, who will smoke my meerschaum pipe…
Meerschaum pipe,
Oh, who will smoke my meerschaum pipe…
Meerschaum pipe,
Oh, who will smoke my meerschaum pipe,
When I am far away?
Allie Bazan!

Oh, who will wear my cast-off boots?
Allie Bazan, Johnnie Moran!

Oh, who will hoist my green umbrell?
Allie Bazan, Johnnie Moran!, Mary McCann!

Oh, who will go to see my girl?
Allie Bazan, Johnnie Moran, Mary McCann, Kazecazan!

Oh, who will take her out to ride?
Allie Bazan, Johnnie Moran, Mary McCann, Kazecazan, Yucatan!

Oh, who will squeeze her snow-white hand?
Allie Bazan, Johnnie Moran, Mary McCann, Kazecazan, Yucatan, Kalamazoo!

Oh, who will trot her on his knee?
Allie Bazan, Johnnie Moran, Mary McCann, Kazecazan, Yucatan, Kalamazoo, Michigan!

Oh, who will kiss her ruby lips?
Allie Bazan, Johnnie Moran, Mary McCann, Kazecazan, Yucatan, Kalamazoo, Michigan,
BAD MAN!!!
Copyright 1881 by Wm. H. Hills.


Back to the election song:

Grover Cleveland was the Democratic candidate for president in 1888.  His vice-presidential running mate was Allen Thurman.

“Salt Creek” was the legendary place where political careers went to die.

Thurman was known for the red bandanna that he carried, waved about while making rhetorical points, mopped his brow, and on which he frequently blew his nose.  His nickname in the Senate was The Old Roman.

“Dan” was likely Daniel Manning, a major figure in the New York Democratic party, who sponsored Cleveland’s candidacy.


Nest time: Set Him There K-Sock

 

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Things to Read While Rebooting – An Awards Post of Sorts With Lots of People In it

Fran Wilde

Hey you guys. I don’t know that it will ever be easy for me to publish a ‘for-your-consideration’ post. This year, hitting send feels like hitting an oyster shell through a fog, from a moving boat, with a peashooter. I’ve been writing this post for days and days.

And yet. As I’m adding stories from others, and going back and reading them again, and seeing all of us making our voices heard in the fog, I’m strengthened by the depth and determination, the absolute clarity of word and wonder here. So I’m doing what I do and giving you a lot to pick from, as I hope it will maybe strengthen you too. There is no order to this, no rhyme or reason. Just liked ’em. Spelling may vary. Your Mileage May Vary. Don’t come cryin’ to me, I’m already there.

Much love to you all from the rainy season.

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I’ll Eat My Hat

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

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


WHEN MY OLD HAT WAS NEW.

When my old hat was new (’twas back in sixty-one),
Brave boys went out to battle and with them Harrison,
They fought for union of the States, for abolition, too,
And many boys were brought home dead, when my old hat was new.

When my old hat was new, G. Cleveland was a man,
But he preferred to stay at home, a-playing cards with Dan;
He hired a substitute to fight — that was much safer, too,
And kept one eye on Canada, when my old hat was new.

When my old hat was new, Judge Thurman was at home,
He thought it was a sin to fight — this Roman just from Rome —
Rebellion he considered right, and negro slavery too;
He kissed the hand that struck the flag, when my old hat was new.

When my old hat was new, the friends of liberty
Knew well the merits of young Ben, while fighting at Peach Tree;
Come now, huzza for Harrison, just as we used to do,
When first we heard our country’s call, and my old hat was new.


Notes:

No tune given, but undoubtedly “When This Old Hat Was New.” a song that, with various lyrics, dates back to the 17th century.

“Sixty-one” was the start of the American Civil War.  Harrison did in fact become an officer and was eventually promoted to brigadier general.

Grover Cleveland, the incumbent president and Democratic nominee for re-election, had hired a substitute to take his place in the army during the civil war; he remained to care for and support his mother while his brothers went into the army.  Grover was the one who stayed because, as a lawyer, he had the highest income potential.  The “Dan” with whom Grover was perhaps playing cards might have been Daniel Manning, chairman of the New York Democratic Committee, who shepherded Cleveland to the Democratic nomination in 1884.  As a reward, Cleveland appointed Manning to be Secretary of the Treasury.

Allen Thurman, AKA “The Old Roman,” was the Democratic vice-presidential candidate.  He didn’t support secession, but he didn’t support a war to return states that had seceded either.  He favored compromise and a political solution to the events of ’61 rather than a war.  He didn’t support emancipation, and he opposed Negro Suffrage.   As a congressman he voted for the Wilmot Proviso which would have banned slavery in the territory gained from Mexico: not because he opposed slavery but because he opposed moving Blacks into the territory, which he felt should be reserved for White settlement.  Thurman was “Judge Thurman” because in the 1850s he had been an Ohio Supreme Court justice.

Cleveland did not campaign in 1888, considering that campaigning was beneath the dignity of a president of the United States.  Instead he sent out Thurman, who mostly complained about his health and, on two occasions, fainted on stage.

“Young Ben” was Benjamin Harrison.  “Peach Tree” was Peach Tree Creek, a battle during the Atlanta campaign.  Harrison had been present in command of his regiment, and had acquitted himself well.

 

In the illustration above, the planks of the Democratic Platform (on the left, descending from the portrait of Thomas Jefferson) read:

What We Stand by.

Tariff Revision
War Taxes Must Cease
No Treasury Surplus
Taxes Sufficient for Government Expenxe
Equal Rights To All Men
Labor Protection
From Majority Rule … No Appeal
A Jealous Care for the Rights of the People
Economy in the Public Expenses
No Rings or Political Favoritism
Honest Payment of Public Debt, and the
Preservation of Our Public Faith


Next time: Cleveland’s Vice

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Tariff Tales

Free Trade and Protection (Currier and Ives)

Free Trade and Protection

 


WHAT SHALL THE TARIFF BE?

Cutting the tax from the sheep’s white wool,
Cutting the tax from the silken spool,
Cutting the tax from the cotton hose,
Cutting the tax from the English clothes;
What shall the tariff be?
Oh, what shall the tariff be?

Chorus.
Cut here by Cleveland and cut there by Mills,
Cut in the platform and cut in bills,
Cut off of everything made here you see,
Free, oh free, shall the tariff be.

Lopping it off from the farmer’s flax,
Lopping it off from the cutler’s ax;
Lopping it off from the weaver’s web,
Lopping it off from the spinner’s thread!
What shall the tariff be?
Oh, what shall the harvest be?

Paying England for boots and shoes,
Paying England for all that we use,
Starving our labor and shutting our mills,
Killing our commerce with free trade bills.
What shall the tariff be?
Oh, what shall the tariff be?

— Springfield (Mass.) Union.


NOTES:

No tune given, but probably O Dear What Can The Matter Be? 

One of the biggest differences between the Republicans and the Democrats, since the earliest days (and extending back to the Whigs) was the question of protective tariffs vs. free trade.  Way back in 1823 and the Tariff of Abominations and the Nullification Crisis, the manufacturing North preferred tariffs, while the agricultural South preferred Free Trade.   The perfidious English were seen as backing Free Trade with bribery and backroom deals to the detriment of America.

Cleveland, a Democrat, favored lowering the tariffs to the level necessary for running the government; he considered having a budget surplus to mean that the government was taking too much of the people’s money.  Representative Roger Q. Mills (D-Texas), chairman of the House Ways and Means Committee, proposed a bill reducing the tariff on certain goods from 47% to 40%, including hemp, wool, and flax.  The Republicans opposed it, and the Mills Tariff Bill of 1888 became a major issue in the presidential campaign.  It never did become law.

In the Currier & Ives illustration above, the captions read, on the left, “Alas, my children I cannot give you bread.  Free Trade has ruined my occupation, I have no work and we must beg or starve,” while on the right: “Here, wife, is provisions for a week and money to put in bank.  Thanks to a Protective Tariff I have plenty of work and good wages.”


Next Time: When My Old Hat Was New

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D. Day Dodger

Daisies gathered for Decoration Day, May 30, 1899

Daisies gathered for Decoration Day, May 30, 1899

 


THE PRESIDENTIAL FISHERMAN.

Air — “The Fine Old English Gentleman.”

Come listen, all ye soldiers who wore the royal blue,
I’ve got a little story to tell you that is true,
About a “mugwump” President named Cleveland, who they say
A year ago a-fishing went on Decoration Day.

So he got his tackle ready, and bait the day before,
Says he, “This Decoration Day’s a most confounded bore;
What difference does it make to me who wore the blue or gray,
Therefore a fisherman I’ll be on Decoration Day.”

Says he again, “Let others rave and rant about the heroes brave,
Who for their country fought and bled, and died the land to save.
Why didn’t they hire substitutes, so they at home could stay,
Like me, and wear their fishing suit on Decoration Day?”

So to the Adirondacks with hook and line he went,
And all day long he lunched and fished, this mugwump President.
But the loyal fish refused to bite, or with his bait to play,
They know that fishing isn’t right on Decoration Day.

Then to the White House he returned with disappointment sad,
And told his pretty little wife what sorry luck he’d had.
Says she, “My dear, it served you right; don’t go again, I pray;
You might have known fish would not bite on Decoration Day.”

Now, let each future President take warning by his fate,
Who, for a second term, like him, would be a candidate,
Just heed this admonition, and do what else you may,
Oh, never go a-fishin’ on Decoration day.

— J. L. Boardman, Hillsboro, O.


NOTES:

Decoration Day was the original name for Memorial Day.  It was a day of patriotic observances; the name came from decorating the graves of the Civil War dead with flowers.  The practice sprang up soon after the war, observed on various dates in the several states based on local flower season before settling on May 30th (chosen because it did not mark the date of any particular battle). In 1971 Memorial Day was made a Monday holiday, and so has various dates.

The soldiers who  “wore the royal blue” were the Federals.

The “mugwumps” were Republicans who voted Democratic.  Mugwump was a disrespectful term: it was supposed to be a Native American word meaning “noble” or “honored.”   The Mugwumps, therefore, were those people who felt they were too good to vote Republican.

Whether Mr. Cleveland had in fact gone fishing on Decoration Day, 1887, I have been unable to determine.   As mayor of Buffalo, NY, in 1882, he had vetoed a bill expending public money on Decoration Day. (His position was that it was unconstitutional to expend money raised for one purpose on some other purpose.)

Cleveland (unlike his opponent in the election of 1888, Benjamin “The Soldier’s Friend” Harrison) had not fought in the Civil War.  Cleveland had hired a substitute, a practice that was legal at the time, to take his place in the ranks.  The way that happened was this:  Grover and his brothers decided among themselves that one of them should remain behind to care for their mother.  Grover, a lawyer, had the best prospects for wages, so while his brothers fought, he stayed at home in New York.  Later, when Cleveland entered politics as a Democrat,  the Republicans were never slow to paint Cleveland as a draft dodger.

The Adirondacks are mountains in Cleveland’s home state of New York.

Cleveland’s “pretty little wife” was the immensely popular Frances “Frankie” Cleveland.  Grover had entered the White House a bachelor and had married her two years into his term.  Frankie was a fashion-setter:  When she stopped wearing bustles, women all over America followed suit.


Next time:  What Shall the Tariff Be?

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A Linguistic Conundrum for the Season

Until I’d met Doyle I’d never heard of cooking the stuffing outside of the bird. And green beans slow-cooked with bacon and salt are, in a word, ruined.

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(What? You’ve never had leftover dressing for a post-Thanksgiving breakfast? You’re missing something good.)

Now that we’ve settled that question, we can move on to which method of preparing green beans is the proper and canonical one: Are they slow-cooked with bacon and a generous amount of salt, or are they cooked quickly and left unsalted so as to retain their crunch?

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Yes, His Grandfather was Old Tippecanoe

Allegorical picture of the Election of 1884

The end of the Republican party — After “The Destruction of Jerusalem” by Kaulbach.

 

A SONG OF TWO SOLDIERS.

Air — “Old Oaken Bucket.”

Oh, dear to my soul are the days of our glory,
The time honored days of our national pride,
When heroes and statesmen ennobled our story,
And boldly the foes of our country defied;
When victory hung o’er our flag proudly waving,
And the battle was fought by the valiant and true,
For our homes and our loved ones the enemy braving,
Oh, then stood the soldier of Tippecanoe.
The iron-armed soldier, the true-hearted soldier,
The gallant old soldier of Tippecanoe.

When dark was the tempest, and hovering o’er us,
The clouds of disunion seemed gathering fast,
Like a ray of bright sunshine he stood out before us,
And the clouds passed away with a hurrying blast.
When the rebel’s loud yell and his bayonet flashing,
Spread terror around us and hope was with few,
On then, through the ranks of the enemy dashing,
Sprang forth to the rescue young Tippecanoe.
The iron armed soldier, the true hearted soldier,
The grandson of gallant old Tippecanoe.

When cannons were pealing and brave men were reeling,
In the cold arms of death from the fire of the foe,
Where balls flew the thickest and blows fell the quickest,
In the front of the battle bold Harry did go.
The force of the enemy trembled before him,
And soon from the field of his glory withdrew,
And his warm hearted comrades in triumph cried o’er him.
God bless the brave grandson of Tippecanoe!
The iron armed soldier, the true hearted soldier,
The grandson of gallant old Tippecanoe.

And now, since the men have four years held the nation,
Who trampled our rights in their scorn to the ground,
We will fill their cold hearts with a new trepidation,
And shout in their ears this most terrible sound —
The people are coming, resistless and fearless,
To sweep from the White House the reckless old crew;
For the woes of the land, since its rulers are tearless,
We look for relief to young Tippecanoe,
The iron armed soldier, the true hearted soldier,
The grandson of gallant old Tippecanoe.

The people are coming from plain and from mountain,
To join the brave band of the honest and free,
Which grows as the stream from the leaf sheltered mountain,
Spreads broad and more broad till it reaches the sea.
No strength can resist it, no force can restrain it,
What’er may resist, it breaks gallantly through,
And borne by its motion as a ship on the ocean,
Speeds on in his glory, young Tippecanoe;
The iron armed soldier, the true hearted soldier,
The grandson of gallant old Tippecanoe.


Notes:  This song presents as a reason for voting for Benjamin Harrison that he was William Henry Harrison’s grandson.  Which he was.

W. H. Harrison had fought in the War of 1812 (“Tippecanoe” was a skirmish against the Native Americans that took place a bit before that war).  B. Harrison had fought in the American Civil War.  The men who “trampled our rights in their scorn to the ground” were the Democrats, being equated here with the Confederates.


Next time: The Presidential Fisherman

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