And then we have to pay their taxes to boot.
Did you ever go up to Albany from this city with a delegation that wanted anything from the Legislature?
No?
Well, don't.

The hayseeds who run all the committees will look at you as if you were a child that didn't know what it wanted, and will tell you in so many words to go home and be good and the Legislature will give you whatever it thinks is good for you.

They put on a sort of patronizing air, as much as to say, "These children are an awful lot of trouble.

They're wantin' candy all the time, and they know that it will make them sick.

They ought to thank goodness that they have us to take care of them." And if you try to argue with them, they'll smile in a pityin' sort of way as if they were humorin' a spoiled child.
But just let a Republican farmer from Chemung or Wayne or Tioga turn up at the Capital.