St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-09-02
SHE-TOLD ME SO.

Written for the Globe.
There are chestnuts 1 remember which I
heard when but boy,
And standing by my dear old mothers
knee,
She told me that the female sex were hard
to understand,
An elephant could never climb tree.
She told me that two cities would grow up
That emigration there would surely flow;
She told me that Chicago would be en-
vious indeed.
believe it, for my mother told me so.
She told me that St. Paul would boom and
get there in the end,
Duluth would make stride. too, for the
lead;
McGill would make it all right for his trusted
friend Stordock;
Who'd try to put head on Warden Reed
She told me that the street ears of ST. Paul
would be n. G.,
AS run by Thomas Lowry, Barr & Co.;
man was very lucky if he ever got ride.
l believe it, for my mother told me so.
She told me that Nike Doran would control
the Democrats,
At least enough of them to keep his grip;
She told me that our Grover would Old
.Benny's framelet mount,
And steer for four years more the ship
state.
She told me that his grandpa's hat was never
made for Ben,
His party in the fall would dine on crow;
She told me that protection was the rock
they'd split upon.
/ believe it, for my mother told me so.
She told me that Jim Blaine would go across
the briny deep,
And ride in jaunting cars and four in hand:
He'd give the paddles taffy in the dear old
isle so green,
And with the dukes and princes take his
stand.
She told me that his advent on our shores
would raise yell,
At every town and village he would blow;
And put his foot in it by stating ''trusts are
private things"
believe il, for my mother told me so.
She told NE that Phil Sheridan would die
Bemoaned by every soldier North and
South;
She said the pension, when proposed TO aid
Pills little wife,
Would cause one Kilgore to shoot off his
mouth.
She told me that Ed Rice would wrestle Sni-
In one short bout, the latter surely throw,
And make the Grand Old Party think a cy-
clone was about.
1 believe it. for my mother told me so.
She said that Albert scheffer was good man
of mis- kind,
With heart as large as bass drum or bal
loon;
But people would get down on him, and that
as sure as fate,
Because his main support was the saloon.
They'd pirate of Inconsistency, and trimming,
and all that,
McGill was weak as water, but the lightning
might strike him.
Ibelieve it. for my mother told me so.
She told me that "Gene" Wilson would the
nomination get,
And prove worthy leader in the fight.
She told me, if elected, could bet my life
on this:
That 'Gene' would do in every case the
right.
She told me that Bill Merriam would spend a
pile of stuff"
That hope would, in his bosom, ebb and
flow;
His chance for nomination might be marked
with Zero.
believe it, for my mother told me so.
She told me that an umpire was a man and
not beast,
But ball cranks in the stand reversed the
rule;
That bows when their vacation Of two
months was Mt an end,
Would sooner go to prison than to school.
She told me that humble bee was loaded on
Acorn, though cut thousand times would
grow;
II tramped upon it made one think his days
were at an end.
u believe it, for my mother told me so.
She told me that our ball club was a daisy
when at home,-
No nine could hold candle to II there;
That street car drivers never stopped when
beckoned by dnde,
That everything conductors take is ''fare."
The court house would be built she said, in
1893,
The Washers to the "Corsair" sure would
go;
And ogle all the pretty girls that came upon
the stage.
I believe il, for my mother told me SO.
M. j. D.