Bismarck weekly tribune., 1889-11-29

REPRESENTATIVE SANDAGER hurried
away last night and the rumor chat he will
return with Q bride would be given cred
ence ii it had not been sprung on every
the past five years. However, Mr.. Sanda-
ger has been looking seriously happy dur
the past week and there may be grounds
for suspiciOn.
AFTER THE WAR SENATORIAL.
THE chieftans meet ON the day after the victory
Winshipius: Tie dark. The clouds do heavy
hang,
cannot see but blindly grope M way.
This Caseyus eclipse hath shut ont all the light
And fame's bright torch hath been extinguisded.
Oh for an hour in some secluded spot
To ponder on this wreck and dire disaster.
What say you, brave Plummerius. how farest
thou?
Planmerius: Thy query. good winshipius,
dost give M pain
Yea, by the gods. it adds unto M woe.
How farest I? Why dost such questions ask
When thou dost gaze upon M and canst see
With what confusion have left the fray.
I have no wounds that do seem fatal now,
But here, and here and in this vital spot,
l didst such blows receive as bruised me much.
Twas not that they didst give me quick defeat
Nor that the glory fell beyond M reach;
But they didst laugh and COO and give me wink
And with italian hands didst lay me out.
They razzle-d dazzle gave me, DER and DER,
And though smile, couldst with rage loud roar.
Johnsoni.s: Begone, damned Murius, and get
thee to thy shack;
For wouldst look upon thy face no more!
What hast thou done as officer o. mine?
Thou, who the granger vote wouldst work"
And by whose bunioned hands vast misled.
Thou laggard, yea, thou drone who in the battles
heat
Vast cent to wheel the yeomen into line
pray thee do not tarry in m sight.
Or by the vengeful gods warn thee tickle man,
I canst not tell thee what m hands wilt do.
Where vast thy force-the tillers of the coil
When by the bowling foes vast repulsed?
swear by voicelees stars, they were not aid
ingme.
But armed with spear and sword and wild VII
whoops
They charged upon me with most cruel stroke.
Speak not. pinched Murius-attempt no poor
reply
But get thee gone at once-vamoose! yea, fly!
[Exeunt Muriue, moaning]
At last he's gone, snd now M awful rage
Must spend it's force upon the empty air.
Murius: [Outsi .el Oh, bitter fate! Oh
thorny road to greatness!
To think that /. the honest, faithful Murius,
Who vast from off the track, side.tracked 80
soon,
Must now be taunted by the friends who once
Didst love me as the sunbeam loves the rose
All, well, I wilt not weep-no tears shalt dim m >
eyes,
But profting by lessons of the cruel past
Wilt play M cards for victory in future.
No more wilt the farmer statesman be-!
Nay, nay, not I-but with m'lines we'll learn'd
Will dof the jeans and stogas put away,
And with a tile, tall, silken and full glossy,
With patent boots and suit of latest fashion;
With single glass properly adjusted
And step so jaunty that ye maids wilt smile,
I'll launch me forth in all M polished splendor
To win the laurels in the field of fame.
Now, Murius. brace up! The Hayseed is SUBJ
dued.
And by Apollo, swear thou'lt be dude.
Vanish singing.]
SCENE III.
Lan,ourius: Shake! Walshius, shake. We
lost the senate prize,
Yet do feel as one who shouldst not weep.
True to the general eye, We founder in the soup,
But in the inner chamber of M heart know
That ehave cause for much of joy and hope.
Walshixs: Thou speakst Alright Lamourius.
thy words are true.
There vast time before the battles end
That couldst sink beneath M load of woe,
But when the wagon with the music came
And didst leap thereon and Caseyus boom,
NJ heart was Light and all M spirits rose.
Not that twas fame or glory great for mt,
But didst see M foe Winshipius vince.
All. gods, twas bliss. when. as rode IN past
cav Winshipius scowling thunderous mad.
Yea. this it is that doth M hours beguile.
And as we shake, Lamour1us, let's emile.
[Enter all, singing ''Razzle-D Dazzle and
Listen to Our Tale Of Woe."1
a NRN.