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Show CHILDISH POLITICS. TVe take the Tribute bb the exemplar exemp-lar of territorial republicanism, if not regularly appointed an d formally accepted, ac-cepted, at least acquiesced in and honored hon-ored as such. There is no denying the fact that in the past the Tribune has played the part of a manly paper, mark you, we do not Bay as to the quality of the manhood. This much, however, we may say. It has been cruel unforgiving unfor-giving and harsh, at times it has been touchingly tender and tearful. From theBe bits of history we conclude that it is Bimply acting. When in the mood and with an audience of the right kind it grows tender, dals in tears and reminiscent virtues. When the mood changes and the audience is constructed con-structed of the proper materials, then this versatile sheet becomes . fierce, coarse, and even brutal. However, it is now on the childish lay. It does infantile innocence and callow inexperience with an art and finish which would teach an on-looking stranger that it is under the eway of all the charms of infantile grace and tenderness. For some time its tender. half-grown heart has been all broken up because the president of the United States appointed our chairman of the democratic executive committee, secretary secre-tary of state for the territory, and the party authorities have not seen fit to call the committee together to elect another chairman instead of the secretary. secre-tary. It con j ares from the clouds of its imagination demons in endless variety and countless numbers to plague both the nation and the state because Mr. Eichards has filled both places, both with marked success. In its tender eyes Mr. Richards' sin is beyond be-yond atonement, and it would not be very greatly surprised if the "crash of 1 kingdoms and the wreck of crowns" came now any day. Its latest childish worry comes from the election of Professor Paul, a demo-crat.to demo-crat.to the presidency of the Logan agricultural ag-ricultural college. As though a man could have exhibited the qualities to fit him for such a place and at the same time have been so constructed of neutral neu-tral tints aa to hold no opinion on" po litical matters. If a democrat, why not a republican? But the childish truth is, he is a democrat, hence all the sin of the "partisanship." Had he been a republican, he had been one without reproach and altogether lovely. "The faculty and the alumni are opposed to Paul." Indeed, but in how many colleges in this age are the faculties and the alumni polled in election elec-tion for presidents? This baby ought to be in swadling clothes yards upon yards long. If the good Tribune will permit, we will say that this is about the most childish and ridiculous objection we have ever heard urged to any man. You see we have recently had those lofty patriotB, the commonweal "armies," with us. Hard times had touched them a little as they have touched the most of us. This tenderhearted, tender-hearted, unselfish old Trib. of ours was indeed all broken up. Its great big tender heart was melted in pity for their woes, and to help them it was for turning over to their free use and behoof, be-hoof, not only our railroads but our provision stores, without price. These successive waves of intensely tender feeling rushing over its heart in such quick succession has rendered the Tribune Tri-bune abnormally, soft and it pines as does the heart of a babeless woman, for somethinii to coddle. If it can't have plenty of railroads for its 'wealers, it must have a republican college Dresldpnt. or a headless democratic executive committee upon which to lavish its tenderness. tend-erness. Is this real infantile tenderness tender-ness on the part of the Tribune? Ilistory says no. Has it then reached the "pleased with a rattle and tickled with a straw stage," of being? If so, a rag, baby will not do. What can we find for it? What will supply its needs in this way? Perhaps a few thousands of dead democratic Mormons would Berve to distract its mind from its present woes for a few days. If this tails, then there is nothing left to do, but to Ewaddle it within epotless linen and lay it away in one of the mansions of the Cliff dwellers and let it become mummy with as little los3 of time as poesible. |
