The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1894-06-15
a KANSAS SUFFRAGE BALLAD.
By the STATE JOURNALS poet.

BY the STATE JOURNALS poet.
AIOLLIE AND OUT.
Draw up the papers, lawyer. know what I'm
We amt gitten' long. well at our house. and
It all comes o. ekaI suffrage an that there kind
I've stood it 'slong's T goin' to an I've
got enough.
Has been lamp rim with Mollies thinker an
An she's been readin' the papers an postin' up
An thinks 'at she's statesman, an been Civ
IN me lot
o. advice on how to run lections an how to
make em go
In the interest O PROSPERITY an some m ore
like that you know;
So I got sick an tired an vowed it wouldn't be
Till / got out o. the country an left that kind
O. song.
Mollie was always model. till she got this fool
That she could do good avotin' like her broth
Jim and me;
So I've give it up disguised an I'm goin' to
thought like this about it: If she ket' on this
I'd come home an find no dinner awaitin' me
An our little boys all tatters, an the kitchen
An When got to thinkin' how changed she'd
be, it hurt.
hate this partin', lawyer, for we lived happy
Till these here ellal sufragists came stirrin'
But I'll soon be out of it. for I'm goin' out to
won't have no old pelicans abreakin' ny my
home.
So draw.up the papers, lawyer, an draw 'em
Give her the farm an money. an III take our
For don't want sech woman film up his
With her idees of votin'. I'd ruther see him
dead.
An here's yer greenback, lawyer, you've earned
it. I've no doubt.
We don't want ekal suffragist; an I don't
Inc whole caboodIe if they'd go to hotter
place AN this.
Well, good bye. Mr.. Lawyer, you won't see me
For I'm goin' out to find place where the
wommen amt all men,
Where al IS peace an quiet an the folks has
If they had ekal suffrage what discord Their q
would be.
MoLLIE AM MAKE UP.
Why, hello, Mr.. Lawyer.-I reckon you amt for
I'm the man what was in your Office one day
To git some divorce papers. but that was only
1t slipped before it reached the lip, an Mollie
an made up.
So set down, Mr.. Lawyer. an have good Sc
An make up your min to listen an I'll tell
amt ashamed to own up what tarnal fool
For you know an open confession amt consfd- 4
cred much of a sin,
As I was drivin' home that day with an awful
load o. thought
somethin' seldom got@s' "AAi0A was
An my little boy beside mellow it hap pened
But the neTt knew was on the ground and
the team was runnin' away.
With little. Jake in the wagon, his little hans
stretched to me,
Which sobered me up in an instant, but some
how / couldn't see,
An how managed to git home s more'n I'll
Though the distance over that lone rough road
was only mile or So
But when reached the farm yard the team was
An Mollie was holdin' some object an hug
The tears were streamin' down her face an
blood was on her dress
An saw the object was little Jake an his
soul had gone to rest.
It seems Jake had been throwed out an, his
skull crushed by the fall,
An somehow stood there felt T. d .caus-
An as MoIlie brought him to me my heart felt
For thers on the floor O the wagon Law the
telltale parts o the jug.
If I'd had a chance to vote. John. an, the 9TH
or wmmen. too,
There would q bin less whisky an this
wouldn't happened to YOU.
Her eyes said il, her lips wolCnst- they eouId,nt
have If they'd tried
An when / thought how true liz was I ms
broke down and cried.
An after we'd buried Jake-an' with him our
We talked the matter over in way we'd sell
An I've come to the conclusion If woman
could have a hand
In elecrin' our legislatures khere'd ha lass
woe in the land.
Now believe in the suffrage motto. to let yvom-
vote if she will.
''She gains we lose nothing; she's womanlv
woman STILL