The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1896-05-31
THE BOOMS.
4. b. VANCE.

THE BoONS.
with apologies to Poe and everybody
else).
Hear the Presidential booms-
Early booms.
What a world of candidates there are
for saline fumes!
How they humble, humble, humble,
In the papers of the day!
How full soon some of them tum-
BILE.
Into ashes turn and crumble,
And like flowers. fade away
Like dream, dream, dream,
Like sudden spirit of steam
From teapot on the table in We an
cient maiden's rooms,
Rise the booms, booms, booms,
booms,
Booms, booms, booms,
Rise the booming and presuming early
booms.
Hear the mellow Morton boom
Golden boom!
What world of Harmony" his honor
must assume!
In the town of Albany
What fund of ghoulish glee,
As the molten-golden notes,
Long and green,
Bring grand visions of good votes
From the voter who is stable and the
voter plain who ''foats''
On the scene.
oh from out the sounding that's"
How we hear that voice of PIatt's!
How it spats!
How it seats
All the vile opposing flats
With their strident cry of 'Rats"
GainSt the grooming and the blooming
OF the boom, boom, boom,
Of the boom, boom, boom, boom,
Boom, boom, boom,
OF the grand old Uncle Lewis gilt-edged
boom!
Hear the loud alarum boom
Morgan's boom
What a tale of blizzard speech, what
turbulences fume,
When we listen to the tongue
OF this man of mighty lung
How we listen weeks and weeks
As he speaks, speaks, speaks
Awful borei-
In clamorous appealing to the ma
tions of the earth
To help his aspirations to the Presiden-
+ tial berth;
Shrieking louder, louder, louder,
For chance to use his powder,
In resolute endeavor
To crate fore'er and ever
Till there's war!
Oh that boom, boom, boom,
Oh the Senator's fell DOOM
Pretty dears!-
As they sit and stretch their
limbs,
As he pours out all his whims,
Full of whooping on their dropping,
weary ears!
Yet those ears they fully know
by his banging
And haranguing
AS his eloquence doth flow,
There's no danger in that boom
Pretty boom, boom, boom,
In the clamor and the clangor of the
warlike Morgan boom.
Then the boom of Mr.. Reed
Tommy Reed!
What a quiet gir1ish boomlet tbs in
deedi
IT'S as gentle as the robin
With his red breast and its throb-
bin
In the spring.
How it peeps, peeps, peeps,
How it chirps and mildly cheeps,
Till Mckinley hardly knows it's in the
ring!
Hon., o,,+e M foo1;,l 40 mars
That will get it in the papers
Sly Dung thing!
Is the boom, boom, boom,
Is the Presidential boom,
OF the canny candidatelet that hath
hardly seemed to bloom.
There are sundry other booms:
Silver booms;
And McKinley's reused protection
from the tombs.
There are booms for Henry Cabot,
With whom scrapping is habit;
And for Bill
Hampshire's Bill
With his gas, gas, gas,
1t hath come these days TO pass
He has Just as much a boomlet as hath
any in his class
In the class Of Lodge ana Pe1ef; -
lie is shining bright as ever
With his boom.
But the booms, booms, booms,
OF the early days of spring
None assumes, sumes, sumae
/ VIII amount to anything.
| SO we'll wait for the convention and
the voters with their brooms,
Ere we give confederation to these
| bOOmS-
These booms, booms, booms,
| bOomS,
Booms, boonts, booms-
| Ere. we render our hearts in terror OF
these early April booms!
John Kendricl1 Bangs, in Harper 5
Weekly.
WANTED.
Registered druggist with small cap