Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1844-10-19
A RICH JOKE.


would put up one too, and told the Wings
on the day of the Convention their flag
should float high above theirs, as they
would put up the tallest pole. The Wings
told them to put up their pole, and they
would try again, and see if they could moi
out top them. But the locos had no idea
of being beaten, or of raising more than
one pole: so they put off their raising until
the evening before the Convention, know
ing the Wings then would have no time
Well, they raised it, and tall one twas
as much higher than the Wing pole, as it
was high. The Wings felt bad, Of course,
and the locos grinned. The pole was up,
and so fearful were the locos that some Of
the Wings were as mean as they themselves
are, (Oh conscienceD and might cut it
down, they posted men around to watch it
all night. The poor locos paced their
round through the long dreary hours of
the night, ever and anon challenging some
coniuring up of their own imaginations
which they mistook for coon, until day
| light was about to dawn upon them. when
it began to rain and blow, and about the
second blast, their tall pole gave way with
a crash, and down it came! breaking of
something lower than the sturdy ASH by its
side The poor locos scattered in dis
may They could watch the coons-but
could not control the elementsl The Glee
Clubs soon had song about "that pole
all broke assundcr"-and the fate of their
tall pole was ringing in their ears during
the whole of the Convention.
"The longest pole takes the simmons" boys
On Friday afternoon, about the time the
Convention was breaking up, the locos
trimmed up their shattered pole, and sus-
pended their Texas flag TO it: the Ameri-
can stripes and stars were CALAMITY stream
ing in the wind from the top of the Ash
pole-but the foreign flag hung listless and
ifeless, like "dirty shirt on bean pole
This circumstance, together with others
above related, in reference to this tall fail
ure--and the bravery displayed by sticking
knife into the picture of man, suggested
the following song, which friend handed
US to dispose of-which we do, by giving
it place in our columns:
A NEW SONG.
The Locos thought they'd have joke
They run their pole above the Ash,
Blu, soon it came down with an awful crash,
And their poor heads did nearly mash.
And all 70. Jimmy Polk,
And all for Jimmy Polk.
The "lone sta" hoax soon dead will be,
And what will become Of that little thing
Cal'd Jimmy Polk? how will it sing,
When Loco stripes in mock'Iy cling,
To s,umps Of Hickory?
The storm will teach these silly folk,
What they with hate and anger see,
That the hopes ofthe brave, the true and the Free
Hang not on sprouts Of hickory.
Nor Little Jimmy Polk"
Amos! (whose soul prophetic leans,)
When LoCos with their polk run higher
Than liberty poles-the heavens conspire
10 crush this Babel in their ire
Pray tell US what it means?
When Loco knaves with knives are Free
To scarfy the bust OF Clay
Say can they kill him in this way!
Or in sold Howard" will it display
What is democracy?
A molly group s our enemy,
To nulify they deem it right,
Disunon too, they will excite.
Polk, Dor and Mormons, all unite.
And yell democracy.
funeral train we soon must see,
For salt sinking corpse won't save.
And they must dig polk grave,
Stick at each end fool or knave,
And dub it hickory.
Sill floats the pennant Of the free.
(Which so much adds to loco grief,)
High on the Ash in bold relief,
Erect as Clay, our gallant Chief,
The friend OF liberty.
Long may it float DER land and sea,
And we to joyous notes give vent,
When Heavens great blessing shall be sent,
When Clay shall be our President,
And bless our liberty.
Ye fair, now join our joyous gec!