Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1888-03-29
sing a song of Blizzard.
az IspRovEMENr o. nlAwArnA.

Where the blizzard when it blazes
In a free and easv manner,
Bluemg noses, biting ears of,
Filling chin and mouth and whiskers
With nine kinds Of special hades;
Where this blizzard bloweth daily,
Bloweth gayly and just runs things
In a mellow arctic manner,
Freezing up the dogs and raindeer,
Freezing Esquimaux and Digger,
Freezing buck and squaw and pappose,
All together, tutti-fruti,
In a wild and wintry mIXturs,
Dogs and Iniuns, dirt and cold meat,
Frozen in one chunk together,
So the chieftain, in the springtime,
When he wants to turn his tribe loose,
Has tc chop 'em, saw EN-, blast 'em,
PRIV 'em out with red-hot crowbars,
Thaw 'em out with bilin' water,
By a rough, destructive process
Sing the song of Far Alaska,
Sing the song of North Dakota,
Sing the song of Manitoba,
Sing tie song of bizzing billiards,
Sing the joke of Jineral Greedy,
Right here on the Isle Manhatten.
All night long the gale came calling,
Howling down the hollow chimney.
Shrieklng shrilly through the keyhole,
Raising noises as peculiar
As the full moon in Wards Island;
And the shifting snow 1t settled
Nine feet thick upon the city,
Upon h3usetop, curb and steeple,
Upon tomcat, upon sparrow,
And to prove it wasn't partial,
Settled somewhat on the peeler
Who was WORKING off the growler
To keep gore in circulation.
Al night it came a-coming,
Roaring, swirling, drifting, piling,
Till the cop he got in knee deep,
Got in deeper to the elbows,
And thea got in where twas chin deep,
Got in further to lns eyelIds,
Until at last he wandered,
Breathing thro' his ear and cussed some,
When the roundsman couldn't hear him;
Rut this wasn't cirCumstantial
To the glee of early morning.
Sing the scene on middle Broadway,
When the horse cars, trucks and cabbies,
The milk wagons and expresses
Came together in tangle-
Harness, axles. hubs and drivers,
Electric wires, poles and cuss- words
Mixed up joyfully together.
Sing the citizen drifting downward,
IldNlDe llIlESCN titC ClENdhNh
Missed the Harlem roads and hansoms,
Sometimes skating on his right ear,
Sometimes diving in a snow drift,
Sometimes sitting somewhat sudden
And spasmodic on the Curbstone,
In q manner calculated
To draw out his strong opinion
And to give him menlngetIs.
So he sought Tom and Jerry,
Fob onnf and tbpp npa mora
To just try and thaw his inards.
Kept on tackeling Jeremlahs,
With lots of Thomases on the side,
Till he got to feeling careless.
Cross-eyed, tanglertoed and funny,
Got uproarious and waTllke,
Wouldn't walk ont aid got bounced out,
And got later III the cooler.
Sing the girl who sailed down Broadway,
Forty miles or more to leeward,
Bobstays, lib and spanker flying,
Till she anchored to q young man
Who was cropping in a snow-drift
For his glglamps and some back teeth,
And the joyous squail that caught up
Made her like wrecked umbrella.
Sang the citizens who blew down
And then found they couldn't blow back
Sing the chiIblains and the shiverc,
Snutfles, redeye and pneumonia;
Sing the bruises on the backbone
And the CIrcumjacent swellings,
Sore throat, stiff legs and bronchitis,
Plasters, polions, pills and pOGltice,
Mustard footbath, Jumps of quinine,
Squilis and goosegrease, gin, red-fannel;
Sing the doctors bill yard long;
Sing the business all knocked sky-hich
Sing the railroads that are showed IN,
And the telephones all busted,
And the elevated smashed up,
And the Telegraph suspended;
Sing the woes of all the winters
Swooping down upon the March wind,
And thus singing you can gather
Why this wall from Geld Manhattan;
Why the howl from blue-nosed Brooklyn
Why the Curdling yawp from Jersey
Ger this measiy and unCaIled for,
CantaEkerOus mean, internal,
Signal service burst Of humor,
This drafted blizzard from Dakota
Blowing through our New York whiskers
At the bidding of Dolph Greedy,
-"B. Guy, Spring poet" in n. Y. World.
REMARKS.
The storm was sure from North Dakota,
From Edwards of the Fargo Argus,
He the man of fifty proxies,
He the mighty oae-State hummer,
| He il was that blew his breath out,
Blew out from his heavy stomache,
With the strength of fifty wind-mills;
And the force aud the momentum,
Was felt by you folks down in York State
Felt as if the Great Jehovah
| Had seen and heard your exultation
Ger Dakota's sad bereavmeRt
Ere eighty eight had been month old;
Heard, and shot out from His culver
A blizzard such as mild Dakota
Never heard of, never dreamed of
In the widest of her wild moods,
| When across it's boundless prairies,
Reared ti'e Storm-God's fiercest blasts.
Thus is judgment from above us,
From the mighty MaAitou,
Visited on the heads Of Knockers,
Hurled in mighty measures on them,
Dumped upon their heads and shoulders,
Piled upon their homes and families,
To show His disregard for persons.