The Nonpartisan Leader Newspaper, December 2, 1915, Page 1

Volume 1 * onparfigan Tader —_— FARGO, NORTH DAKOTA, THURS DAY, DECEMBER 2, 1915. Number 11 O RS L8 2 A o - \“:‘. Sy \\\, N e N T Q\Y @ S ‘\ < ) D RSN 5% : " e fi . PS > * @ +® OOKS like a nice, friendly doggie, doesn’t it? A nice friendly shepherd dog would be a good thing to have to watch those sheep over there in the distance. This fellow is applying to the farmer for that job. But the farmer has got his number. See that sarcastic smile on the farmer’s face. He sees that wolf-fang - sticking out from under the shepherd-dog skin. The dog is thé farmer’s best friend. The wolf is his worst enemy. That’s the reason the wolf dresses up like a dog and then comes around and applies for the job. The wolf assures the farmer that he is his friend. But the farmer has heardthat old tale and seen that genial smile before. Every election year the wolf comes around and smiles beamingly at the farmer, barks softly and licks the farmer’s hand and wags his wolfish tail and begs the farmer to let him look after the farmer’s interests. The farmer has learned by repeated and bitter experiences that no sooner is the wolf safely in the sheepfold than he be- gins to despoil and devour the farmer’s interests. These have been expensive lessons for the farmer but he has learned -them thoroly. His mind is made ‘up and his deters Got His Number at Last! _— mination is fixed. Calmly and firmly he will refuse to admit the wolf. Coldly and indifferently he will turn Mr. Wolf away. What becomes of the wolf, he does not care, he should worry. But it is certain that he will not willingly consent to the. wolf entering his pasture again. That season of the year when the wolf gets busy is now approaching. He will appear from unexpected directions and in many forms. Even Satan himself, it is said, will transform himself into an angel of light. Even so it is with the wolf. Beware of the gentle whining-bark, and the friendly-wag- ging tail. To change the figure, beware of the soft, sweet words of praise, gushing orations of flattery and the highly scented boquets. The words are curses dipyed in honey, the flattery shields a sting and each boquet encioses a deadly viper.. Thus it has ever been in the past—that’s the reascn we know. We judge the past by its fruits. As to the future, we shall see what we shall see. Get the wolf’s number, and keep it pasted in your hat. You’ll need it every day from now until election is passed—and then some. ; : Gt