Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1884-1886, 1884-12-03
TWO FOR CLEVELAND. ONE FOR
ST JOHN

Away Down -outh IN Dixie.
For the Eagle.
There were three crows sat ON tree.
They were as black as crows could be.
One crow unto his neighbor spoke,
SO Cleyeland's elected, and its no joke.
The crow replied with hollow groan.
But I'll soon be nothing but skin and bone,
For have found on close inspection,
That I've lost all had on old Cleveland's
election.
Again he spoke with a long drawn sigh.
While he wiggled tear in the tail of his
eye,
lis not the first time in this great world
wide,
That one black crow for another has died.
The first crow spoke with cackling laugh,
1t was better than we expected, by half.
Twas happy thought, ] am glad We went
You know what mean, why. buying st.
John.
Did you ever hear of the journey took;
! was bound TO see Cleveland by hook or by
crook,
wanted to know what arrangements he had
made
About rebel soldiers, southern debt and free
trade.
| started, Travelled, my feet were SO sore,
| thought on my soul | could travel no
more,
| stopped with a planter, though needy and
poor,
He never turned even a crow from his door.
The mansion was called Chateau ID. Or.
Twas lovely old place before the late war,
In trading for darkies his time was EN-
ployed
Until war broke his business up and his
home was destroyed.
He was elated over Cleveland, you may be
SIRE,
His wrongs would now be righted The was
wretchedly poor,
He had lost all his negroes, every horse, ev-
cry mule,
And twas all done under Republican rule.
After days of weary travelling, hungry and
sore,
Leg weary and dirty, | arrived at Cleve
lands door;
He received me with courtesy that showed
his extra breeding,
While his slender neck Ito my hungry eye)
showed well his extra feeding.
But he showed those finer feelings when he
took me by the hand;
He won my heart completely-he has a smile
so bland.
If one could judge from appearances, he
should have been preacher,
For he has "A ministerial air, and he looks SO
much like Beechcr.
lie spoke of his arrangements with per-
feet confidence;
And'the way lie talked of the Southern debt,
showed we'll his common sense,
And he made the remark, (when | spoke of
free trade,)
If ii bankrupts the nation. the debt should
be paid.
Mr.. Cleveland and I had grand celebra-
ton,
We together talked over the affairs of the
nation;
| delighted my host by coniiding at last
That the first vote for JEFF Davis did cast,
Then with mutual good wishes and clasp of
the hand,
| started again for my own native land.
They rallied in Wichita, Kansas, heard;
q don't like the proud EAGLE, the Republ-
can bird.
But the noble old Beacon tells tales withou,
end,
II claim Mr. White as pcrs onal friend
In soliciting aid they squandered day,
They skirmished around so happy and gay;
In calling on friends they made very free
And solicited funds from the q. O. Z.
They had their great speakers, SO grand,
smart and witty,
And the lights were so brilliant they lit up
the whole city.
Twas the grandest heard of in all the great
west
In short, il was called the Democrats best.
The third crow spoke with lump in his
throat.
Dear friend don't forget the st. John vote;
This election is something to us, | confess,
For its our first one within fifty years, more
or less.
But It's not to our strength, but st. Johns
that we owe it,
And il grieves US to think the Republicans
know il.
The crow spoke again, with II tear in each
eve
IF desert St. John, may 7 tomorrow die |
The death of a trator-To me there is moth |
ing sweeter
In all this wide world, than the name John |
Peter.
The right hand of friendship to him will
give,
And for him viii crow rs long as l live
With wink, grin, a nod of his head,
The Saints only friend sneaked off to bed. |
There were two crows left on that tree,
They We're as still as crows could be:
The night wore on vet neither spoke,
They were thinking, no doubt, of the St.
John vote.