St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-04-28
OLD MAN SPEAKS In n1EETIN'.

They had a meetin', Sue, last night, the
t'other side the hill,
To talk about the comm man, an went I'D
with Bill.
Of course you amt got much idee of politics
an sech,
An wouldn't understan' it if 1 give you all
the speech.
I amt sayin' this, you know, agin you,
Susan Jane,
For I don't believe III Women-folks run
min campaign.
There's plenty other kinds O. work that's De.
center for them,
An you can't make women over into any
sort of men.
An what they want to try it fur, as some of
'em is dom,
1t beats me, | declare it does; there's Lucy
Ann McEWen
Was out among US all last night whoopin'
prohibition.
An vowin' every mothers son was steamin'
to perdition,
That did't vote her ticket straight, she waved
1t in our faces.
An was powerful argument gin women in
seen places.
To keep her kind from bein' fools there amt
no use o talkin,
You might as we'll lest try to keen orr old
gray mare from balkin.
But what 1 started out to tell was how my
blood was riled
By what the speaker had to say it brought to
mind the child
Somehow or other, Susan Jane, no matter
where be,
For all the years that's past an gone, that
boy comes back 10 me.
The man he got TO spoutin' bout our break
in off, you know,
From our good, long -Standin' parties, they
was goin' all too slow
For rushin' days of telephone. Electricity, an
steam;
hangin' on old issues, an they didn't seem
to dream.
There was vital questions risin' round about
us, SO he said,
That needed party solyin', now the old ones
all is dead;
They've waved the bloody Shirt" says he,
It'll all of us is tired
"a seem it 8fore our eyes'-then I got up
an fired.
jest stood up right in my seat, Bill puIIin'
at my sleeve,
And give him sech talkin' to, the iyin',
sneakin' thief.
That's what | called him to his face, an
faith meant il. too
To steal their glory from. the dead was what
he tried to do.
shook this empty sleeve, old gal, an told
him had wore
The bloody shirt in sixty-three, an told him,
what was more,
1 had a boy, laughin' lad with eyes SO
bri ght an blue,
The smartest boy that ever lived with heart
enough for two,
AN, sir, he wore the bloody shirt; one
awful day." says /,
wv hen shot an shell was rainin' down saw
him fall an die:
I saw his eyes git dim an strange lookfn'
far ahead
The shirt you're tired O. SEEM, man, I saw
git colored red,
San 1 kept on a fightin', sir, beside him
where he fell,
With my teeth sit gin the devil, an think
in. sir, that hell
Couldn't be much worse than feelin' what
felt that dwfnl day,
w 18th my heart not over sartin whether it
would curse or pray.
"Then the order come to forward, an, had
to leave him there,
Then didn't think O. curSin', but I said a
sort o. prayer
When l kissed him on the forehead on the
eyes. an on the mouth
Before went an left him to the Rebels in
the South.
II don't know where he's buried, he is one of
the unknown,
That you find so many of EN-, only numbered
on d stone;
All the world has clean forgot 'em but few
forsooken hearts,
An we don't enjoy sech talkin', an won't
have it in these parts.
1--WE amt got room fur everythin' in this old
world, know;
Some things have got to fall behind, some
things have got to go:
But while there's eyes fur SEEM, keep the
bloody shirt in view,
An while mems hearts remembers, don't for
git the Boys in Blue.'
''You, oughter been ther, Susan, amt no
hand fur speakin',
But the old man brought the house down, an
ended IN) the meetin'
l guess the old time issues, gal, IL do for US
awhile.
We don't go in for rushin' an keepin' up
in STYLE