Cattaraugus Republican, September 20, 1901

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For District Attorney

GEO. W. COLE

For Supt. of the Poor

WM J. VAN DE WATER
of Machias

For Coroner

CHARLES L RANDALL
of Franklinville

For Member of Assembly, First Dist.,

MYRON E. FISHER
of Yorkshire

For Member of Assemble, Second Dist.,

ALBERT T. FANCHER
of Little Valley

THE RECORD OF AN ADMIRABLE LIFE

It is gratifying to read in the news papers of all parties, sects aad denominations, and to hear from the lips of representative men of all classes, the high tributes of praise to tbe character and life of William McKinJey. It sbows that real worth is, after all~ universally valued and recognized. It may be that the recognition comes slowly, and oftentimes is delayed until a man's earthly career is closed, but even this late·day recognition is proof that the great public know and appreciate the qualities which make for honesty, honor and righteousness.

There may have been greater men than William McKinley. But there are few men whose names are conspicuousJy written on the pages of history, who possessed more noble and endearing qualities. As a Buffalo newspaper of opposite political faith ( The Time) said of him on Saturday : ''His life was a bright example of American citizenship. It was characterized by patriotism and devotion to duty. Always honest, always upright, the fair fame of Wm. McKinlev is not sullied by even the breath 1of scandal. He was such a man as the world can ill afford to lose. He was a Christian gentleman and exhibited in a marked degree all that term implies. He was respected for his high personal qualities, even by those who opposed him most strenuously in politics.

A Chicago paper (The Interior) in a review of his character said this of him: ''Twice was he subject to the fiercest of that white light that beats upon an executive career but not by the bitterest of · his political opponents was he ever charged with an act unbecoming a gentleman. In his life there were no doubtful transactions to be explained, no divergence of public advocacy and private opinion to be justified. Not since the days of the civil war has any President been called to face such problems; to inaugurate such unexpected policies and to cut deep such lines of political cleavage; but even those who have most loudly protested against his decisions, and most forcibly opposed his projects, have borne witness to the purity of his aims and the consistency of his acts. He has maintained through his career as President that integrity he showed when, going to a nominating convention in the interests of a friend, he forbade the introduction of his own name at a point when his nomination and election would have been well-nigh certain. As few other men he has shown in his thirty years of political battles that the union of private virtues and public honors was not an 'iridescent dream. One cannot well touch upon that which is in every man's mind; the domestic life of the man we love. It is too sacred. Neither duty, nor ambition, nor passion has ever alienated him from the wife of his youth. Whatever the faults of the age in this respect they have not come near him. The love which he early plighted his young bride has never known change, or doubt, or decay; and characteristically his first word after he was shot was a prayer for his would-be murderer; his second, a tender message to his invalid companion.

Well may the American people sorrow at the striking down of such a man by the hand of an assassin. But in their sorrow they can also rejoice that he was the product of American institutions and citizenship, and that a man of his pure and exalted character was twice raised to the pinnacle of human greatness by the suffrages of his fellow citizens.

William McKinley is dead, but the beautiful record of his noble life will make its impress not only upon this but upon succeeding generations.

PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT

Vice President Roosevelt left Buffalo, when the president was believed to be on tbe sure road to recovery, for the Adirondackg to join his family. It was there that be received the tidings of the very serious change in the president’s condition, and he immediately started for Buffalo. He arrived there early Saturday afternoon, and took the oath of office as chief executive of the United States. Before taking the oath he stated that it would be his aim “to continue absolutely unbroken the policy of President McKinley for the peace and prosperity of our beloved country.

The oath of office was administered by United States Supreme Court Justice Hazel in the presence of members of the cabinet. A cabinet meeting was immediately held at which it was decided that there was no occasion for an extra session of congress. President Roosevelt asked the members of the cabinet to remain in their positions, and they promised to do so for the prfsent. But soon early reorganization of the cabinet may be expected. ·

Mr. Roosevelt is the youngest man wlto has been called to serve as president of the United States. He will not be 43 years old until Oct. 27, 1901. Grant, the next youngest president was 47 years old when he entered the white house, and Cleveland was 48. Pierce and Garfield were 49. and all the ef her presidents were 50 years old or over, when they entered upon their presidential duties.

Although so young President Roosevelt has had an extended and brilliant official career, and the country may expect that he will guide the ship of state wisely and well.

DOWN WITH YELLOW JOURNALISM

The yellow newspapers are coming in for bitter and severe denunciation for the course they have been pursuing for the past few years. It is unquestionably true that they have been fanning the spirit of anarchy. Their business is to sell newspapers by methods of sensationalism and playing upon tbe basest passioms of mankind. They receive as news a simple fact and proceed to surround it with a mass of glaring fiction and startling surmises. They represent the idea that government and the social system are diseased to the core, and that the yellow mission is to keep up and add to the fermentation until some other form of social adjustment is brought about. On June 1st last the New York Journal. published by a man ot large wealth, who has daily newspapers also in Chicago and San Francisco, printed an editorial arguing that assassination had not only changed the history of the world, but altered it for the better. "Did not the murder of Lincoln," said The Journal. "uniting in sympathy and regret all good people in the North and the South, hasten the era of American good feeling, and perhaps prevent the renewal of fighting between brothers?'' It that idea is not due to a demented brain it is the logic of the an anarchist, who holds that stealt.hy murder is the weapon with which to improve social conditions and the world's political framework.

The Brooklyn Eagle tells of a Gennan grocer on Flatbush avenue who expressed the hope when President McKinley was first shot that he wouJd die. When pressed for a reason for such a hope he said: ''McKinley is the head of the trusts, they are grinding tbe life out <illegible> be better off.” He added: “And I can prove what I say.” His proof consisted of the carefully preserved files of the editorials and cartoons of two New York papers which have rivaled one another for months and years in penning and picturing Mr. McKinley as the head or tail, the master or the slave, the chief or the tool of trusts, with remarks to show that the rich are becoming richer and the poor are becoming poorer—with McKinley to blame for both.

A yellow newspaper of Philadelphia was the champion of Emma Goldman when the murderous she-wolf bad arranged to deliver a harangue in that city. The police authorities interfered and the paper referred to said: “ The example of lawlessness being given by the police authorities is at once dangerous and disgraceful. Should force be met by force, the moral responsibility would rest upon the stupid despots of the city hall. The law should be brought to bear upon the lawless mayor and director of public safety.” The yellow newspaper made the right of Emma Goldman to stand up before a crowd and incite to assassination greater than the right of the authorities, constituted by the people, to preserve public peace, order and human life. On the same occasion Emma Goldman complained that the constitution of the United States had been violatedbecause she could not lash some Czolgosz in the crowd into shooting the president as he stood extending his hand to his fellow citizens. Such is the interpretation of the national constitution by the fiend who is worse than Borgia, and the yellow papers that flock to her support.

The Goldmans, Mosts, Czolgoszes and the yellow papers have been playing into each other’s hands. All alike denounce presidents as despots, Imperialists, the tools of millionaires, the bloodsuckers of honest toil. Emma Goldman made a previous speech in Philadelphia, In which she said: “ My creed is that of force. I propose that a monster parade of the downtrodden workingmen pass the houses of the capitalists who rob them, and should this not have the desired effect, resort to force.” She advised men who had nothing “to take the bread denied them by capital from the bakeshops and meat from the butchers. I believe that anarchy will govern in the end. We want a revolution in this country before it can prosper.” When this demon appeared again in Philadelphia the authorities stopped her meeting, and for this act the yellow paper denounced the mayor as a lawless, stupid despot, and said he was provoking force as a reply to force,

All loyal and patriotic citizens should set the seal of their condemnation upon these vile sheets, and refuse to patronize them. There are plenty of good, clean newspapers in the country, and decent thinking people should give them the preference. As long as the publishers of the yellow sheets find it profitable to pander to depraved tastes and stir up evil passions they will do so. They can be reached In only one effective way, and that is In the way above suggested.

NOBLE END OF A NOBLE MAN

Last Earthly Hours of President McKinley

HE MET DEATH BRAVELY

His Last Words: ''Good Bye All It is God's Way His Will be Done!'

The·wave of joy which Swept over country when the electric wires conveyed the welcome assurance that "The President out of danger It was of short duration. That same afternoon there was an unfavorable change in the President's condition, and despite the untiring efforts of the most skillful physicians in the country the approach of death could be but temporatily stayed. Joyous hopes gave way to gloom and despondency as the unfavorable tidings came over the wires, and when the Buffalo papers were perused Friday morning it was evident that the good President had but a few more hours on earth.

The physicians gave up all hope <illegible> o'clock Friday afternoon. The Presdent was fully apprised of his condition and knew that his earthly career was coming to a close. From early evening he was unconscious with occasional lucid intervals. In his wanderings he talked of home and his longing to be there <illegible> of rest from care and worry forever more. In conscious moments he asked for his wife and comforted her.

He died the death of a hero. there was no sudden ending of it all. death came slowly, like the evening time. <illegible> no fear. As the chill of death creped inch by inch unopn him, he was serene and placid. Even when mind and speech were beyond contgrol, his thoughts and word were of ghte simple hom <illegible> joys of life, of bvygone days of happiness, of dearly loved friends, of scenes of fond memories. He bore no enmition, cherished no resentment. His life faded like a sunset and the darkneww of the beyond enfolded him as on wraps the draperies of his couch about and lies down to pleasant dreams. He died as the President should die, said the Buffalo Express, from which we are quoting "brave, patient, tenderly, thoughtful of those he loved and of those who loved him. He seemed to walk the lonely <illegible> fearlessly, and reluctant only because of the sorrow he caused to those who lingered here a little while. Instead of seeking comfort or strength it was he who, in his feeble clasp, held his wife's hands and sought to stroke and kiss them and whispered into her sad heart messages that would fill the

No thought of himself appeared perturb him. He was greater than deatl*. It was but an incident. As he lay breathing his final breaths of life, with bis last rational moments fleeting fast tbe light of a perfect trust shone in his eyes aod the tenderness of a great love illumined his pallid face. Those by his bedside turned away as his wife bent over and kissed him good bye. He knew her. He looked into her eyes and saw how brave she was trying to be and as her head bowed by his and her face rested against his cold cheek he chanted a few lines of “Nearer, My God, to Thee,” then whispered, faintly, brokenly, his last words: “ Good-bye all, good-bye. It is God’s way. His will be done.” The end came. painlessly at 2:15. It was peaceable. He had been unconsious over three hours before he breathed his last. Mrs. McKmley did not see him die. She bade good-bye to him at 9:15 o’clock The other relatives were in the room at the time. These are the words which he spoke: “Good-bye, all, good-bye; it is God’s way. His will be done, not ours.” These were the last connected sentences that the President spoke. Now and then for half an hour or so afterward be would whisper a few words at one time, repeatiog some disconnected sentences from, “Nearer, My God, to thee.” Those who were at the President’s bedside were Abner McKinley, his brother; Mrs. Sarah Duncan, Miss Helen McKinley, the sisters of the President; James McKinley, his nephew, Lieut. John Barber, another nephew; Col. W. C. Brown of New York, a partner of Abner McKinley; the family physician of the President, Dr. P. M. Rixey. All the other physicians were in the adjoining consulting-room.

Unscrupulous Newspapers.

The journalism of anarchy shares responsibility for the attack on President McKinley says the Democratic Brooklyn Eagle, It did not mean that he should be shot. It only wished to sell more papers by commenting on and cartooning him as a “ tryant reddening his hands in the blood of the poor and filling his pockets and those of others with dollars coined out of the sweat and tears and hunger of helpless strikers, their wan wives and their starving children.” That sort of stuff did sell more papers. It was on a par with the platform harangues on “ McKinley, with his merciless and cowardly heart, raising his blood stained hands to heaven in hypocritical prayer" That language was used here, not as an intended plea, to kill the president, by painting him as unfit to live, but as an “argument” why one man should be elected sheriff and another should not, in 1898. Yellow oratory fairly divides dishonors with yellow journalism today.

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