Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1894-06-07
He Kicked Himself Hard.

ana pants all shattered about the base,
And coat so dreadfully rent and torn
Twould brighten crews from a field of corn,
6tood gazing with eager, hungry stare
through a restanrante big show window, where
The richest of vlands were placed in sight
As bait for the wandering appetite.
As stood LIE gazed on the good things there
His thin lips moyed-alasi not in prayer,
but IN muttered curses upon the fate
Mhich had kicked him downward to snch a state
Noting his attitude, / drew near,
by curiosity led, to hear
What topic his soul SO deeply stirred,
And this was the reproachfnl speech | heard.
aLock at EN-, darn you, look at EN- straight,
An munger for EN-, you repTobate,
IL saryes you right
To be in this plight
otarsln an cant gt a cussed bite,
An thar ~ Is, Jest stacks of il, too.
The best the marpat affords, an Won
A-falrnishlh darn you.
Geti.itIlaIA ynn
To let We'll enough alone, you duffer,
V.1, darn you, suffer.
.'Wa'n't satisfied. you mis'able cub,
Plenty o. work an plenty o grub,
Mines a funnin by night an day,
Everything comm right your way.
Best % clothes on your cussed back,
An had to fly the Republican track.
Stnmped the whole range,
Squealed for a change,
Made your speeches in every camp
Dimycrat of the meanest stamp.
Travelled all over IN sun an storm,
Howlin' fur Cleveland an reform.
That's what you did,
You overgrown kid,
Howled like a wolf fur a change, dod rot il,
An, cuss you, got IT.
KEEP the air unusually warm,
Yellin' Reform Reform Reform!
Said Republicans all were thieves,
Eat'nin' on spoils like stall-fcd beeyeS,
Crowdin' the land to the ,tarnal dogs,
Swampin' her Town in ruins bugs,
Wheckid' the good Of ship o state,
Raisin' oil Nick at a lightnin' rate.
You, Sam GOSsage,
You skin of a sausage,
YOU talked that way, You cuSsed fool,
Tried to teach a Dimycrat school,
Dished up lies 'at'd stop a clock.
Blinded the miners with free trade talk,
Told fem silver would bulge ahead,
Gold be wothless as so much lead.
"Pay be doubled in every mine
Holy Gosh, but you span it fine!
Started the boys on q wild stampede
You, you oil buck, sakin' the lead
Over the fence got the gang to jump;
Look at you row. you chump.
did you ketch a Whit,
You burned oil stiff,
o. the good things a-cookin' back in thar
Wen that Teller swung the door ajar?
Did you swell the cabbage an luscious beef
That could durn soon make you let out the reef
You TUX In your breaches wen you found
Yourself so thin they'd go twice around2
Did you smell it, L say,
You free-trade jay2
Well, smell it again. / wish to the Lord
You was chained right here to an iron rod
With your nose so close to the door you'd git
a sniff every time they opened it;
I'd strain it to chamber a liver pill,
jest smellin' an yearnin' by day an night,
An never git a cussed bite.
I'd sarye you right!
Every paper you pick up tells
U Cleveland headin' a gang o. swells
An goin' a-ishin', but you kin bet
II he hobs till doomsday he'll never get
As hefty a catch as that he took
" EN- the bug o reform was ON his hook.
Nary a game fish could he show,
jest cranky suckers at didn't know
Enough to stay in Projections pool,
Hhar' the water was allus clear an cool,
An you was one of EN- too, you chump,
One o the suckers at had to jump
a. the pizen bug at you thought was good
Eno:Igh for sorenead Republican food.
You swallered it, too,
And the next thing you
Was hopping around on the sandy bank
With the hook in your gills, You measly crank
Wat are You gittin' fur all you doneg
watts the result Of the fight you won?
Mills all idle an mines shet down,
Grass a-growin' in every town,
Men a-loafin' ON every hand,
Hard times stranglin' this whole wide land,
Banks a-bustin' an trade heels up,
Labor cramped like a pizened pup,
HoInes but prisons o woe an want.
Mnar wanfaced primers weak an gaunt y
Shiyer an hunger from morn ill night,
Eyes all lusterless once so bright.
That's what you got
FUR the change You sought.
We'll, yon deserve il. you blinded fool,
nou Hoped and you re gettip' your reward.
I'll teach you a lesson. this bitter school,,
Fur swingin' the Dimycratic sword.
This the result of the fight you fought,
nou got it, you chump, as slick as wax,
Right whar' the chicken got the AK"
capt. Jack Crawford in Chicago Tribune