The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1892-06-16
SHOOT THE KICKBRs.
Respectfully Dedicated to the
Editors Of the Fargo Tarbrush
and The Free Lance.
Fargo Forum.I

Fargo Forum.I
Once upon an evening dreary, while
l brooded tired and weary, think
ing Of the city's future, as I'd offer
done before; while l nodded, nearly
mapping, suddenly heard rap
ping, asof people widely scrapping
scrapping atmy chamber door. So ]
threw aside my packet, andAI, cried
40, cheese that racket" but, the
pounding still continued till i,
shook the oaken floor.
To the door L walked and twisted on
the door knob, which resisted, then
there came a double-fste kicker oi
the days Of yore; not a word he
said, but squatted, On yellow sofa
spotted, with small spots of red OF
crimson, looking like small daubs oi
gore. But his eyes were at me star
ing, and their steady, sullen glaring
sent chilness to my bosom, strik-
ing coldly to its core. "Tell me, -
cried I, "tell me, kicker, have you
filled yourself with liquor, that you
come without snicker, unlimited
to my door?
Take thy cane and take thy bundle,
and from out my chamber tumble,
or by all the crimson demons shall
wallow in your gore!" But the
kicker, never blinking sat upon the
sofa, thinking, never smiling, never
winking, as he answered, "Never-
more" "Kicker," said I, ''spring is
coming-don't you think booms
will be humming; don't you think
this town will flourish as it never
did before? Now that Jordan is ap-
pointed, we shall be much disap-
pointed, if that does not still his
craving, so that he will quit his
raving." Quoth the kicker, "Nev-
ermore."
But the kicker, never fitting, on the
sofa still was sitting, saying while
my teeth were gritting that sad
answer, "Nevermore. Don't you
think we'll hear about us, building,
with its din and roar7 Even though
the chumps are signing, grunts pro-
testing, kickers crying. Don't you
think we'll soon be flying to such
heights as eagles soar2 Don't you
F. think that man and woman should
make efforts superhuman to improve
the city's future7 Quoth the kicker
"Nevermore.
"Kicker," cried l, in fury, I'll be
Judge and court and jury, and you1
sentence is to wallow in your owr
disgruntled gore. For your answer:
make me weary, and you'll spoil
prospect cherry, by your sniveling
SO dreary, as you oft have done be
fore. Take your hat from off M!
bracket, take your bundle and you
packet, and make tracks out OF tn
valley, or III slug you till YOUR
sore,
Very soon the town of Fargo, nigh
he northwest Chicago, if we coult
but dump this cargo, of these fool
who rant and blare. Shaw kick
about the city, till our rivals poin
with pity and make jokes and jibe
so witty, at our aldermen ant
mayor, and through all of Mort
Dakota, not a man and not vote,
but would sooner be hoater, tha1
to dwell midst such roar, but tn
papers still keep picking holes
though if they had a licking,
might make them quit their kicking
Ouoth the kicker "nevernore.
This town would have now been soar
ing, where the solar rays are pour
ing, but for kickers and their roar
lug, which is all their stock an
store: take away your dismal body
with your smell of weed and toddy
for you make my system weary
Quoth the kicker, "Nevermore.
And the kicker, never fitting. o
my sofa still is sitting, and the lam
light on him shining, casts h
shadow on the floor. AT the carpe
he is staring, with that steady vacar
glaring, and his answer to m
swearing is his dreary "Nevermore.