St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-10-21


And bruiteG broad about the wards
That you drink naught but milk
And eat these spongy lady fingers,
Eschewing all that's meant for Drawn.
Pah. Show The var!ets that they lie
And hurl defiance i'll their teeth
\ drink. A drink. Now. by the gods
| Will insist upont. You must do it.
Enter Wilhelm Hennery and Trussello.)
All. here they come-our counselors,
The malcontent and long haired knaye
What say you, masters: Must he not imbipe?
W. H.-An' il please you genIles,
AS ore who knows whereof he speaks.
l would advise in the affirmative. The party's
need is dire.
And TO sit on the throne It's meet
To 40 most anything.
| Will admit il is strange desire
That man that's mortal hath
To seek Tor power and lose his liberty,
And yet lis So found it SO.
Go to and take the drink;
Show to the gaping, idiotic crowd
! hat you can play with fate
And drink as much as any man:
Mindful of me when Lord Mayor Shanks
Upset my buggy in his playful pranks.
Trus.-Aye, aye, in sooth; godswounds in
sooth aye. aye. --.--- OBJ
Pratter -(AsideJ 1t seems to me they speak
the truth
So, then, one little sip of ancient rye
Oatvalues all that men account most dear.
But I'll not consent SO readily;
III be diplomatic and dissemble;
l IL mediate, cogitate. ruminate.
W. n.-(Asde, rubbing his hands) Ha!
so he's so lax
The better 10 my purpose.
(Aloud) True. sweet Robert,
Nnnfr fhrltn AF 81,
graces.
John-Husn thy prating, Wilhelm!
Let good Roberto bide his time;
Hell take the drink, SO let him muse.
(Enter Babby)
Well, well. Here comes this fat rascal Baby.
Good morrow, friend. Where did your wor-
After the ball, l sought you high and low,
But to no purpose.
B.-Pardon me- dear John.
sudden tumult of the ancient Adam
Compelled me TO relire-'twas heavens
warning
Against the inquity of midnight crabs.
But what's amiss with Robert
That he STANDS aside and gazes at the moon?
Is he like dogs that guard your honor,
And bark at danger!
Trus-Hls minds distraught with weighty
cares of state.
". H.-So let him muse.
But you. good Baby, what makes
| Your nose so wide and red.
| Methougnt when you were in the chair
| There was naught but pop and sassafras
| Sold to those who were athlrst?
| Do Thy conceptions OF the Seventh day
| Denote at last CLEAN of sense:
| John-Out upon Baby.
! Unless he's here to plug
| Aud help thaw out poor Pratter,
Who cen as Babby's ice is frozen stiff and
stark.
Come, Babby, the time is short,
And Robert P. is shy quart.
Trus.-Look Our worthy candidate casts
off his lethargy:
| Upon my soul! l do believe he's going to
| speak.
! All-Is't possible: and yet
P.-(To Nowgood, who is holding glass of
whisky toward him).
| Get thee behind me, Satan.
| l tremble like bird before snake,
| To see yon cursed glass coward. coward |!
| TO tempt me thus.
W. Hut. tut! Roberto be not afraid.
| (Asidel The devil take him. he must be made
| TO drink
Pas yet no single drop of poison has
| passe my lips
| With what a-tace can l, Pratter,
| Dare to take the pfator's chair,
| An be reeking from swinish joust
| True did WOO the place,
| Though oft I've said twas unsolicited;
| But must l booze? Oh must
| l 10 sportive things incline
| To be ruler of the town:
". H.-(Aside) Ha! Ha. So the knaye
admits
| He sought The nomination, after ALL
John -Certes, Robert take the DOSE
(Sings.)
| Come let us laugh. ha! ha. for Sorrow
| Sups with our friends across the way;
| The rogue may dine with US tomorrow.
SO let US laugh, ha ha. today.
All-Bravo, John! You're butte.
! P.-You argue well, sweet John,
But what say you, Wilhelm? and you,
Old registering Babby?
| And yet again, what says my Trussello?
W. H.-'1is for the party's good
B.-The rabble demands il, in soo;h
TITS worth trial: the taste is good
! John-Theres nothing more to fear;
Wen sing lie Deum i'll advance.
What say you? Quick take
The stuff; It's BRACES best.
P.-(Takes glass of whisky)-So I've come
to this.
To save myself from sore defeat So
l needs must take TO booze
lis hard-nay, worse, tits pitiful;
And yet I've heard it said
| bad maa's much the worse
! When he pretends to be a saint.
! John-Come. come. do not delay,
| Wen have many drink another day.
| PITS like the parting Of the flesh and
skin
| To quit thee thus, my virtuei