The Hornet, Bixby, N.C., Sept. 30, 1908, “Hottest
Democratic Paper in All America”, W. Henry Davis, editor. All the articles in
this four-page newspaper were political; it contained no news about local
people.
Splendid Praise
All these long days we have been making The Hornet as hot as fire, to singe bristles off the old fogy
rusty-necked Radicals and tame them to their eternal fate; we have been
assuming The Hornet to be a National
affair, exposing Republican wrongs and stinging the perpetrators. We have been
doing all these things and nothing, save the rattle of thousands of quarters
and 30 cents have we received to tell us that our doctrine is meeting with
approval anywhere. But it has come at last, and it has rolled in from the
sweltering perfumes of the stinchingest Republican quarters in the whole
political cow lot—Pennsylvania. It is the best piece of home-made praise and
poetical juice we have seen or heard since we started out political cat-fight
five years ago. It is the honey; it certainly is funny; it’s better than any
money. A Pennsylvania poet is evidently the fellow to strow it, so everybody
may know it. Here’s the thing that’s made us happy, now we’ll not be called
“sappy”; it’s even better than being called “pappy.”
W. Henry D.
Say, W. Henry D., you’re just the stuff
Your Hornet is
certainly a ringer,
You tell the truth and never bluff
Your pen’s indeed a
stinger.
The Rads can “cus,” it ain’t no use
The Hornet has
double triggers
You’re never scared with cheap abuse
Of Republicans and
their “niggers.”
When Democracy again reigns, and the people get free,
And your life here
below is ended
A monument will be built for the world to see
On which your life
will be commended.
On there it will say “Here lies his clay
His politics was
big and strong,
He done his damdest every day
To help Democracy
along.”
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