A Nexis search on Derby reveals the following tale of mayhem:
Los Angeles Times
October 15, 1990, Monday, San Diego County Edition
SECTION: Metro; Part B; Page 1; Column 2; Metro Desk
HEADLINE: SAN DIEGO AT LARGE: VINTAGE ELECTION ADVICE: DRINK UP, AND THEN VOTE FOR THE OPPOSITION
BYLINE: By ANTHONY PERRY
BODY:
The Great State of California is now engaged in a campaign to elect a governor, and newspapers are choosing up sides.
The same was true in 1853 when a scamp from San Diego history named George Horatio Derby, a.k.a. John Phoenix and Squibob, decided to have some sport.
Derby was an Army lieutenant and topographical engineer who had been sent to San Diego to tame the ever-flooding San Diego River. He also wrote satire for the San Diego Herald, whose editor, Judson Ames, was a loyal Democrat.
When Ames left for San Francisco (to hustle advertising) during the gubernatorial campaign, Derby decided to bring some ants to the picnic.
Ames stoutly favored the reelection of his friend and patron, Gov. John Bigler. Derby was a reformist Whig and two-fisted iconoclast.
As soon as Ames set sail, Derby endorsed the entire Whig ticket, headed by William Waldo. Derby called it the Phoenix Independent Ticket and warned of perdition if it lost.
He also provided guidance on how voters should select their candidates, wisdom as good today as then:
"The man who seeks your vote for any office by furnishing you with whiskey, gratis, and credit at his little shop is by no means calculated to be either a good maker or dispenser of the laws.
"Drink his whiskey by all means, if you like it and he invites you, but make him no pledges and on the day of election, vote any other ticket than that he gives you."
Bigler won the election but Waldo carried San Diego County. Derby laughed and moved on.
The tale is told in the just-published "Squibob: An Early California Humorist," edited by Derby descendant Richard Derby Reynolds, himself a onetime San Diego muckraker.
Legend has it that copies of the Herald carrying Derby's political advice were ordered by the state asylum for the insane in Stockton for its patient waiting rooms.
Which sounds like a story that is true whether it happened or not.
And here's another political snippet from another book on Derby:
Union of Words: A History of Presidential Eloquence, by Wayne Fields (Free Press, $ 25). This study of presidential oratory notes that Americans are of two minds about it. Stirring speeches made by presidents and other politicians "offer us collective hope in the face of individual despair." Yet they can leave us feeling uncomfortably vulnerable to seduction. Among our tools of resistance are ridicule, such as this parody of a Fourth of July oration by John Phoenix (the pseudonym of one George H. Derby), which dates from 1865: "For on this day the great American eagle flaps her wings, and soars aloft, until it makes your eyes sore to look at her, and looking down on her myriads of free and enlightened children, with flaming eye, she screams, 'E Pluribus Unum,' which may be freely interpreted, 'Aint I some?' and myriads of freemen answer back with joyous shout: 'You are punkins!'"
I mean, if you want an epigraph for a history paper, there's one that's pure gold. |