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Show r THE CITIZEN 8 whom you never saw.with a pick in one hand and a shovel in the other, a man whom none of us ever detected assail- LIIIUUMIUIJIIIUIUIUIIIIUIllllllUllIttaillUIUUIIIMmiUllMIlllllMHIlUIIIIIUlilllUllllllllUIUHIIIIUIIIlUUIUlUIUIIIIIIIUIUIUJIlUlllllUllimUllfllUUUIMUIIIIUMUIUlfllUIIIIII I 3 0BSERVA1KNN FLAKE iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiujiimuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiuuiiuiuiuuiuiuimiiuiiiuuiijiuiiiuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiuiiiiiiiuiii, Scalp Club Formed To Punish King Hostility to Senator King among the Democrats has taken the shape of an organization which was formed in Salt Lake this week and which the promoters say they will extend to the uttermost borders of the state. Many loyal Democrats have been nursing their wrath against the junior senator and his brother for months. Some of them admit that their opposition goes back to that disastrous year when King prevented the election of a Democratic senator by clinging to a handful of votes for himself In the legislature. But there is a new, vivid and savage opposition to the senator on the part of those who accuse him of trying to run the party in Utah without the aid or advise of others who consider themselves quite capable of directing the destinies of the Democracy. At all events the foes of Senator King aye, and of Brother Samuel coalesced this week. The Democratic braves vowed their unalterable emnity to Senator King and held aloft their scalping knives as a token of their determination to bring about his political downfall. There was a howl of rage and resentiment a few weeks ago when Mayor Francis of Ogden announced that he. was in the race for governor at the request of Senator King and other prominent Democrats whom he did not name. The veterans of the party were as much astonished by the effrontery of this newcomer, seeking favors, as they were by the audacity of Senator King in attempting, as they charged, to dictate the state ticket. The critics of the senator wanted to mob the senator, but they discovered that he had fled eastward. A few days later he turned up at Columbus, Ohio, to confer with Governor Cox and tell him how to run his campaign. After the conference the senator emitted an interview which goaded his critics at home to paroxysms of fury. The senator, in his interview, had made himself fantastic by trying to show that a Democratic league res-ervation- and a were just as good Democrats as those who agreed with the San Francisco platform. The friends of the league who take the strict Wilsonian view of it were disgusted. They said that King was making the Democrats of Utah ridiculous. By what right, they began By what right does this, our again. junior senator, assume to represent the Democratic party of Utah. They admit that he is a junior senator and that as a junior senator he has a right to talk, because that is the best thing junior senators do, but they say that even a junior senator ought to be sensible and ought not to go abroad assuming to speak for the party in his state when he speaks only for himself. Of course, we are not assessing the right or wrong of the controversy. We are simply recording this new exhibition of Democratic harmony. Some months ago we began to record the varying phases of Democratic harmony as a matter of news. The Democrats described it as harmony and we are content to use that word if they are satisfied with it The opposition to Brother Samuel is that he is the alter ego of the senator. They say that Samuel stays at home to do the senators bidding, to promote this mans chances for a nomination or wreck that mans. Some days ago the hostiles discovered or thought they discovered that Sam wanted to form a Cox club and be its president. At once they began to say this was simply another attempt of the Kings to rule everything a habit that kings have, by the way. Nothing so diverting has happened in Democratic ranks since Mayor Bock confessed and put it back. Even the Democratsc cannot provide a diversion like the Bock peculations every week in the year. An affair like that takes time. But the scalp club is preparing to make itself as entertaining as possible. It hopes to thwart Senator Kings plots to control the state convention and thereafter it will busy itself for the next two years undermining him politically. ist non-reservation- ist were one and the same thing. The senator voted against President Wilson and for the Lodge reservations, thus stamping himself a foe of the sacred. covenant, but in his interview he strove to prove that he and Cox Our Own Parley The Silk Shirt Candidate Not Harding nor his Democratic rival blazes forth in silk shirt candidacy these oppressive dog days. The silk shirt candidate is none other than a man whom you all know, a man ing the wire nail with the lightsome hammer, a man whom all of us considered as the lily of the field, as one who sowes not nor spins, a man who, in a word, has been able up to a rather late period of life to avoid moil and toil none other, in fact, than our esteemed fellow citizen, Parley P. Christensen, candidate of the party. Now if Harding should vie with the sunrise and Cox with the sunset in silk shirts designed to eclipse the hues of the solar spectrum, who would be found to sneer, for are they not the candidates of the brazezn bourgoisie and of those who pile one dollar on another? But to think that Parley P. Christensen should so far forget the symmetry of the universe, the accord of proletarian souls and the harmony of things in general as to appear at the Chicago convention togged in a silk negligee shirt and, mirable dictu, armed with an aristocratic walking stick! Not our authority, dear reader, need you accept for this. We take the word of the metropolitan dailies which, in their news and editorial columns, describe to us Parley in all his glory as he appeared before the horny-hande- d sons of toil. What are we to think of the grimy men from the factories, the plain men from the rural districts choosing as the emblem of evil conditions the silk shirt and the walking stick? In this land of the oppressed where neither worker nor farmer may hope to wear anything but the roughest attire, the Farmer-Labo- r party picks as its standard bearer an aristocratic idler who flaunts his superiority in a silk s hirt ani shakes the walking stick oi defiance at mere toil. Or is it possible that in this country workers and farmers are really wearing silk shirts in spite of the cruel hard times? Of course, all of us know that the housemaids are dressed better than their mistresses, have more fine shoes and much showier hats, but is it possible that Parley understands better than most of us that the downtrodden, the homeless and propertyless proletarians are the possessors oi silk shirts and walking sticks? But perhaps these are the emblems, not of the sons of toil, but of the I Wont Works. Farmer-Labo- r These are sad days for the bourgeoisie, who must go about in the shining armor of their 1917 Farmer-Labo- r suits while candidates strut in silk negligees and punctuate their oratory with solid ivory-heade- d walking sticks. 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