The great West. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1889-18??, 1893-11-24
THANKSGIVING PRAISE
Addressed to the Car Groverski |,
Prince de WallStIeet.
MAJESTIC PHATNESS:

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MAJESTIC PHATNESs: zss
y SIR AND SRE: We the highly elated and purple
clad simpetons Of thy realm address ourselves
to thee, Most Gracious Bloat and Famous Westrker.
We come thee in the depth Of prosperity to let
thee know that the nation still belongs to Wallstreet
and grateful. Wilt thou humble thyse from thy
alcoholic heights to let thy ortymile breath wait
to Lombard Street and 60 in unto the Snobocracy to
the Sage and Sapient Horsefy Humanity, and extend
to them our most gracious twenty per cent thanks.
We drop upon our necrosed bones and kickcaloused
bellies tell thee that the recent vote understood
and to suggest that you kill more whisky than usu
lal-or If Minneapolis Ben should bundle thee out next
time will be just loyal idiots to he to thee. In
the meantime thank all thy supernal maiesties of
earth and hell for the gentle end olerous Jim jams with
which earth and hell has been drawn closer together
his Majesty Of He'll wilt thou graciousy bear the
vative thanks of the miserable fools in his service on
earth-we wear his livery.
Permit to suggest to thee that have cast aside
that pernicous custom OF holding parties responsible
for the universal ruin which follows their administrative
policy We are henceforth the party's-and neither
saint nor Satan can drive of.
Listen, oh G. Ear Goldkof, and as We lie here meany
cowardly faces thou canst hear the Pyramids OF
Egypt thrill with the music of hungry stomjacks
foppin agin our backbone full of glee be it
|g. O. p. or d. p.
Gus stomach and case thou upon cartlagnous ribs
And yet we love thee-ove thee for the ggantiferous
eminence of thy meanness, and the ncomprehensble
depth of thy contempt for US.
We honor thee for thy traitorous assumption of
power in defiance of court congress- It shows how
the sniff at the blood of their ancestors and
don't give cent "nohow.' Hail, Groverski-do as
thou Wilt The people are wiling-we are the peoplel
Forget not, Groverski, we've got pale grey. steely
Ieye on the 100000 Offices under thy thumb
For thy Russian treaty we adore thee-we slobber-
slob. Those cowardly sneaks who would brave Sbe
death to get constitution to stop their CHASTITY
ongs have respect from white like you and the
American people. We republic, are we not? And
what rrpubc for if not to restore to power and per-
secuton the despotc dominion of the old world. What
would sadeyed republic do without the glorious despo-
sms of the barbarc ages that she might aid them in
angelic destruction of every sneaky hankering after pat
Iriotisml
Even in little things art thou great oh Groverskil
How beautiful the twist upon VOORHEES,, The Tall
Wahmore of the Sickabash, as he twned around thy
little golden fngerl How superb e the to the
Whited Sepulchre-via Buzzard's Bay-where Bribery
and Perjury store their consciences. ea
Most Giorifed Dummy of Defunct Democracy We
whine the feet of the Diviney Drunk Carcature of
Jefferson and Jackson. We simper and smile to think
that thou hast cast off forever that lowdown button
less, i'll smelling sentiment known "lovaty plat
orm And praise thee for elevating lies and dshon
or into the worship of Mammon. We glory thee in the
of Van Allen, with the suggestion that 900
large and he should go into the cabinet Secre
tary of British Snubbery.
Thanks, noble Princes de Wastreet generation unto
generation, for the Tramp, the Thief the Suicide the
Coward the White Slave and the Anarchist All thy
ventions sublime agencies of sancti6ed crime.
How heavenly is the modern Christi in beaver srt,
preaching that the poor always have with because
we've got the party machine to turn them out How
good it is in that old fashioned Christ who raided the
temple to stay away from churches. How ridicu-
lous he would look even in vestbule, mixing spit
and clay for sore eyed trampl How those fishermen
apostles must hsv smelled of jockey club and lac
As every dollar that comes to thee and thy hungry
wheps must come from the surplus profits OF farmer
adore thee for the bssfu realization of forty cent
wheat In truth kiss the hem of thy swallow-ta br
all bowling holy humbugs.
Dear GROVE and Sweet Benaie-you must not even
appear to quarrel the tar1c question of protec
ton, the Of national collapse You can fool
all the people all the time. But don't you know that
there bilious bullheads who claim that the were
insolvent February 10TH before GROVE took his seat
perured the bookkeeping of the Treasury $l8 O00
O0Ol So Benny is just good you are, you gentle
little whisky gold at premium last Feb
ruary? What's the matter wid YET
Never mind the tarrara boom-dea-rih.
Oh Groverskif Goldi. thou who art not afraid to
belt your wife the jaw Vicount OF Lombrdna and
Duke Of Londondiana, any other Diana, thou male
vesta Except at Fortress Monroe,) On Bronse Brain
and Patriot Paunch How our busoms burst with bib
ulous blubber when We look over our country Look
look and laughi-laugh ye imps Of He'll and
Demons of Damnationl WHAT7-tears in the presence
Of GroyeliBg and the Old Harrysson7 swear by the
great fire pump Of Perdition 20 Nay thy cneing
till thy eonvunivs nussls lap ~ was of Heavenl