Mr. G. W. Morris, a Democrat of Democrats, so the story goes, had a white leghorn rooster, which he named “Josephus Daniels,” after the editor of the News and Observer, which is making its fight for a white man’s party, but lo! and be-hold, on one bright summer morning Mr. Morris awoke to find that his preciously pure white leghorn had during the night changed some of his white feathers for black ones. What to do in that emergency Mr. Morris did not know, but finally, in order to shield the real Josephus, decided that he would change the name of the rooster to Marion Butler, in honor of the distinguished Populist Senator from our State by that name. But right there, Mr. Morris, is where you blundered. Nature knows the real Josephus better than you do, and the changing of the feathers by his name-sake shows that he fully appreciated the name that you had given him and that he was simply following in the footsteps of his illustrious prototype who has been known to change his political views even during the palmiest days of Democracy as often as was necessary to get either the public printing of the State, a fat job under Cleveland, or a prospective job under Bryan. The chamelion has not changed oftener in the last ten years than Josephus has and his cry now for white supremacy is not in keeping with his acts when as chief clerk of the Interior Department he elevated negro men to clerkships side by side with white ladies, and they, of Southern birth. In the name of truth and justice, Mr. Morris, we ask that you undo the wrong that you have done Josephus, the rooster – as he is simply going through the transformations necessary to be in fact, as well as in name, a real Josephus Daniels.