Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1888-10-13
G. CLEVELAND TO J. BULL.
TStrictly Confidential Il

Anu DaHiSA VIII PEG tHdt tHcy are Wtitttu
just right;
He gets up speech or message with
ease
He dots all his is and crosses his It's.
Now, John, presume you are anxious to
just what our chances for winning this
year,
Our platform of course you indorse it
To please you, old fellow it stands for
free trade,
And you will excuse US, John, if, here
and there,
To catch few votes, we go back on it
square:
For here in this country where labor has
ken,
It's mighty hard to bamboozle some men
I've scissored the sheep gainst the far
mer's protest.
Which means, cousin John, English wool
in the West,
Already we've shut some mills-near a
score
And, if we succeed, well shut up some
more,
And give you chance with the mills on
your downs
To blight our big cities and pauper our
towns.
We've made some mistakes 1 will freely
confess,
They gave me to-day not little distress,
We took for our emblem old Thurman 3
bandana,
But now don t wish it was in-Louisi-
ana?
Against it they hoisted the national flag,
And withered and wilted is lying our
rag.
tell you, dear John, he is not at his ease.
Who tries to run people as they please.
1 once went fishing II worship the sport
It's next to indulging in bumpers of
port
The day that choose was the one which
they strew
The flowers of summer time over the
Blue.
1t kicked up rumpus among the blue
coats,
And, John, it's costing me one thousand
of votes,
We had some old banners, long hidden
from sight.
| thought | would send 'em just over the
With compliments to some old cronies of
mine;
But when they were boxed to be south
ward expressed,
A soldier named Foraker out in the
West,
Stepped forth and mischievously opened
his mouth,
And nary an old rebel banner went
South
And there the vetoes 'twould not be
unciyil
To say in this letter they're playing the
devil.
l never like soldiers who battle in blue
Beneath the old banner, nor neither lid
you.
They re begging for pensions, they come
every day,
And nary one lifted musket in gray.
l veto their bills, and wonder what claim
They have on country they rescued
from shame?
The result is just this, cousin John: in
November
The soldiers those vetoes will surely re-
member.
If we can bamboozle the laboring men,
And hoodwink the Irish, your foemen
again
If we can conceal by some magical cur
tain
The truth of our platform, I'll "get
there" for certain.
But, John, its dubious / shake on my
perch,
l fear l IN the one to be left in the lurch.
| The South is all right in the land of the
gray
The ballots are counted the Democratic
way,
| Which means as matter of course, as you
see,
No matter how voted, they re counted
| for me,
In order, dear cousin, to save me from
wreck
Please tell Mr.. Golden to send me q
| check,
And Daniel, who's watching the course
of this letter,
J Has just now suggested, 81 The bigger
the BETTER"
| We've lost Indiana. and knowing ones say
Connecticut's going the same blarstec
way
We may purchase New York, altho'
cousin doubt it,
And Benjamin Fl. can defeat me without
it.
Now, John, in return for your needed
assistance,
| wen give you Tree trade without any
resistance.
Well open our doors with servient hand
And welcome you in though you beggal
our land.
But now mush finish-a pension or tive
Needs vetoing, which am happy to do
Please send me letter the blue ocean
| over
AS of old for free trade,
Your obedient GROVER.
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