The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1872-12-18
For Tine RECORD
TO WHOM 1T MAY CONCERN.


Some men can well express themselves in prose,
But then, as all can't do this, we suppose
One may be pardoned4 though It's no great
crime
If, just for once, he undertakes to rhyme.
Then, be it known, the burden of our ditty
Treats of some general matters in this city
To which we ask the public's kind attention.
And minus more ado, proceed to mention.
Will some one kindly give us information
Gin asking questions, who can beat the Yankee
nation?)
Touching the subject Of our public Streets
Complaints of which we all have heard for
weeks?
True, some improvements manifest at any
rate,
Though mostly of a kind conglomerate
For bricks, and boards and cinders, are so
jumbled
That poor pedestrians are sadly stumbled.
The mandates of the Getty Fathers y have no
force,
Though why it is so, we can't tell, of course
But true it is, Messieurs-the public servants
Your laws are honored more in breach than in
observance.
Some time ago we think we can recall
The passing of an ordinance, for all
The houses of our city to be numbered;
But evidently somebody has Numbered.
For up to date-despite the will expressed
OF those who Arrays do things for TIC best
The most of dwellings,, both the small and
BIGGER.
Are minus any kind or sort of figure.
Now will our worthy Council quit their slum-
bers,
And give their prompt attention to the num-
bers?
Moreover, while upon these interesting themes,
We ask, why quiet peoples rest and dreams
Should be disturbed by roaming up and down
OF noisy, drunken loafers through the town.
IT'S hoped the policeman will not hurl his
stick at us
But we do wish and want him more ubiquitous.
In this connection, let us further state
That many of us solemn protest make
Against the license-for a paltry dole
OF even ONE additional BEER HOLE.
None will assert that any good can come
From ale or beer, gin, whiskey, or from rum.
The state of morals noao is low enough,
Away with all the vendors of this stuff!
The corners of our streets, too, are infested,
Taken possession of, usurped, invested
BY gangs of loafers, low profane and vicious
We cannot help but feel at times suspicious,
beats
As far as possible from these retreats
Of idle loungers blocking up the way,
Annoying peaceful people night and day.
Remonstrance and complaint seem all in vain,
The nuisance still continues just the same.
Ye worthy guardians of the public peace
Ye valorous, courageous night policei!
Pray help us in this matter which so vexes us,
And start these loafers quickly on their exodus.
Concerning other things, much might be said,
But "half leaf is better than no bread 30
And SO, if these few things can be redressed,
We then can give attention to the rest.
With all due Difference we present this plea
To be considered by the "powers that be; :"
And hope our suit will not prove all in vain,
Although delivered in rhyming strain.
The laws are good--of course, we want no
better,
But please enforce them to the letter;
Treat all alike, and favor show to none,
And then the purpose aimed at will be won.
We may not reach very high renown,
But this will be an orderly and well kept town.
Well vote for each of you to keep his place,
And do your bidding with right good grace
That we have thus spoke for the many, we
believe, 80
And having had our say, we take our leave.
Some name to this we must append,
For so the Editors do all contend,
"Or else it won't appear 2 then we should cry,
And SO we humbly sign ourselves
SKY-HIGH.