Morning journal and courier., 1894-04-16
He Kicked Hinaself Hard.

hardy miner with careworn face, Ipd pants all shattered about the base, nd Coat 50 dreadfuliy rent and torn Twould frighren COWS from field of corn, gss11s wn s, ,suaSgy .Ssyy nsov Tho richest of viands were placed in sight As bait for the wandering appetite. As stood he gazing at good things there ais thin lips moved-alas, not in prayer Which had kicked him downward to such a state. Noting his attitude, drew near, what VI topic his n, soul Jul sod 70 deeply stirred, And this the reproachful speech I heard: Look at 'en, darn you. look at 'em straight,
 It sarves you right
 To be in this plight Starvin', an can't git cussed bite. An thar 1t is, jest stacks of 1t, too, The best the market affords, an you
 Afamishin', darn you.
 Well, it'll larn you To let well enough alone, you duffer,
 Oh, darn you, suffer. s'Look at that turkey, roasted brown. y9~ Hse y9a oosa tSsm Food fur . angel from Paradise, Esss :s ,s:' sss T :ses ssas AI tae1 tS. y1S sS1e %ag may tbs Te
 You'll make another jumps .swa'nt satisfied, you mis'abls cub, V V Mines a-runnin' by night an day. Everything comm right your way, Best O clothes on your eussed back, An had to fiy the Republican track.
 Etumped the hull range,
 Squealed fur 6 change, Made your speeches in every camp, Dimycrat O the meauest stamp, Travelled all over in sun an storm, HowHn fur Cleveland an reform,
 That's wat you did, Howled like : wolf fur 2 change. dod rot it. Kep' the air onususily warm Yeliin' Reform, Reform, Reform, Said Republicans all was thieves, Fat'ninf on spoils, like stalLfed bseVes, Crowdin' the land to the 'tarnal dogs, Swampin' her down in ruins bogs, ssa, Wreckin, n, the tg good ol, M ship O. state. ate You, Sam Gossage,
 You skin of sausage, Tried to teach Q Dimycrat school, Dlshed up lies at d stop a clock. Blinded the miners with ee-trade talk, To 'em silver d bulge ahead, Gold bs wuthless as SO much lead, Pay d be doubled in every mine Holy Gosh, but you spun 1t fine; Started the boys on a wild stampede You, you ol' buck, takin' the lead Over the fence % got the gang to jump; Look at you nowsyou chump. "Did you ketch uhif, You durned ol' stiff, O. the good things a-cookln' back in thar Wen that feller suung the ooor ajarf you BIu0u Gu6 C6DDhRc all lubClOue pcel That could durn soon make you let out the reef You tuk L Ia your y brooches @ ven you found Did you smell it. say, You free-trade jay? 1 We'll, smell 1t ag'in. I wish to the Lord | You was chained right here to an iron rod ! With your nose so c!us to the door you'd git | A sniff every time they opened it;
 Stay here til your stomach was shrunk until ! 'r'd strain it to chamber liver pill, l Jes5 Bmellin' an yearnin' by day an night, An never gttin' a cussed bite. | I'd sarve you right. ~-~- Every paper you pick up tells
 O. Cleveland headin' gang O swells | An goin' g. flshin', but you kin bet l If he nobs till doomsday he'll never get
 AS hefty . ketch as that he took
 Wen the bug O reform was on his hook.
 Nary a game fish could hs show, ! Jest cranky suckers, 'at didn't know
 Enough to stay in protection's g pool.
 sns Sae aqs elea5 ! One O the suckers at had to jump
 At the pizsned bug at you thought was good , ! Enough for sorehead Republican food. You swailered it, too, II An the next thing you l Was g. foppin' around on the sandy bank
 With the hook in your sills, you measiy crank
 "w'at are you gittin' fur all you done? ! Watts the result O the fight you won? ! Mills all idle an mines ah down, Grass % a,g.oy,in' m roy, in in meyer every town, Hard times stranglin' the hull wide land, | Banks a-bustin and trade heels up, | Labor crampsd like pizened pup, ! Homes but prisons O woe an want, | Whar' wan-faced pris ners, weak an' gaunt, | Shiver an hunger from morn till night, ' Eyes all lustreless once so rright.
 That's wat you got ? Fur the change you sought. 9 ! "Well, you desarve it, you blinded fool,
 You Topped, an you re gittin' your reward l 'Tnl teach you 8 lesson, this bitter school, l. Fur swingin' the Dimycratic sword. : This the result of the fight you fought. , You got 1t, you chump as slick as wax, Right whar' the chicken got the ax." |. Capt. Jack Crawford in Troy Time