New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1870-10-23
DANA,s OFFICE-sEEKING.
BY ICHABOD BOGGs, THE NEW AMERICAN
POET.
I From PunchinellO.

From Punchinello.1
PREPARATORY NOTE.-The reader is re-
Guested to judge the following production
mildly, as it is the first effort Of a youthful
genius Sixteen years old III looks and feel
ing forty-two by the family Bible and
census). The author has felt that America
should have new kind OF verse of its own,
and he thinks he here offers one which has
never been used by any other mortal poet.
1t is called the duodekameter. Perhaps 1t
NAV he proper to add that the following is
poetry:
You everybody in our town was running
around, getting fat Jobs and positions, and pick
ing up "A million dollars or so,
SO felt il incumbent on me
To shake myself up. and see if there wasn't a good
butter tirkn, well filed, loating around idle. IN
which could conveniently locate my centre of
gravity and SO said to myself, pl 50
70 Washington AID see,
Says Ichab0d Bog2s, says l.
Now don't you see, you might just wei ask for
big position at first, and then take what you
At least that has been my rule so far.
For as says to myself, il You can only get a very
high position. with sort OF lasobs salary and
lots OF perquistes runnngtin annually, you
needn't do any thing, You bet.
But puff at your cigar,
Says lchabod Bo9gs.
Eecktie, and shortly thereafter showed myself
to MI Grant.
OF this giving away big Offices 10 people who hadn't
big repurations, and that he had other fish 10
fly, ard that as he wouldn't give the custom
house to my son I'd AXE il my self; and then /
eJopped, and lie looked IL slant
But all he said Was-puti,
Says General Grant says lie.
Then all the smoke got in my nose and sneczed
and snorted q bit, and then l just simply re
marked and said
That he needn't go and get INTO a huff,
And that ii he didn't like give me that Office"
couldn't he make NE Minister 10 England, as
was big feeder, or if that didn't suit, why, II
he'd do It, wouldn't object 20 being Minister to
CUBA, when the Cubans had been all killed, and
were thoroughly dead
Bat all he said was-putf,
Sass General Grant, says he.
Wei then got kind of discouraged, but thought
that I'd better try again, aud not get up so far,
But ask for what he'd give beyord Doubt
So asked for position OF night -watchlnan at the
hayward and thought ia get it aud he'd
swer my request, Tor Ia noticed that his
Havana was gradually growing smaller, and he
did answer me, just as he'd thrown away the
tGd OF his cigar;
He simply said, Get out T.
Says General Grant, says he.
So got out as fast pair OF lcgs, with a number
twelve boot kicking at the place where they're
joined, would permit,
And wandered OF, just about AZ far
A. convene ntlv could. and then sat down
rile stone and raised my voice to Heaven, and
cried aloud that, weather pern!itting, General
Grant should never, SEvfK NEVER, 20 back to
the White House. not il | could he II,
To pun on his cigar,
Said lchabod Boggs. sad :.
We hope none OF our readers will labor
under the impression tina; We look upon the
above ettusion as poeticai one, but, III this
day Of many isms, it may happen that the
above style may become prevalent, and we
think it our duty to present everything that
Is new.-EGitors.