The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1896-10-21


are too loyal to their cause to betray
them In such amnnner. GA. d. /
HI. KICKED HIMSELF HARD.
BY CAPT JACK CRAWFORD.
a hardy miner with carcworn face, y ,,
And pants all shattered about the base.
And coat 40 dreadfully.rent and torn
"Twould Brighten crows from a field OF
corn, i5Ss +.
Stood gazing with eager, hungry stare
Through a restaurants big show window.
Tho richest OF viands were placed IN sight
AS bait for the wandering appetite.
His thin lips moyed-aias! not In prayer.
But In muttered curses upon the fate
Which had kicked him downward TO such
Noting, his;atiltudc. ! drew near.
BY curiosity led, to hear
What topic his soul SO deeply stirred.
And this the,reproachful speech l heard:
Look. at em. darn you, look at 'em
straight, IS 4.
An hunger s9, for EN-; V YOU reprooato
To be In this plight
Starvln' an can't git a cussed bite,
An thar Il Is, Jest stacks OF 1t, too,
The best the market affords, an you
A-famishin'. darn you!
Well It'll rarn you ta
To let well enough alone, you duffer.
Q, darn you, suffer!
Look at that turkey. roasted brown,
Don't you wish you could swallow down
About half of It? See them pies
Food fur a angel from Paradise,
An YOU a-stnrvln', you chump.
Look at that roast, ,at,d tempt a king.
Look at the steaks. look at everything
An then, you sucker. may I Inquire
II from the fryin' pan into the fire
You'll make another jump?
Want satisfied. you Unstable cub.
Plenty o work nm plenty o. grub. ~
Mines a-runnin',by night an day,
Everything comln' right your way,
Best O. clothes on your cussed back,
An had TO fly the Republican track
Stumpod the hull range, i
Squcaled for change, 5
Made your speeches In every camp,
Dimycrat O. the meancst stamp.
Travelled all over In sun an storm,
Howlin' for Cleveland an reform.
That's wat You did,
You overgrown kid,
Howled like wolf for change, dod rot It.
An cuss you. you got 1t. seq stt.re
kep' the air unusually warm. Ut
iellin' Reform! Reform Reform!' ,.
Said Republicans all was thieves,
Fatnin'3 on spells like stabilized beeyes
Crowdin' the land TO the 'tarnal dogs,
Swamnin' her down In ruins bass,
Wreclsin' the good OIL ship O. state,
hasn't oil Nic. at u lishtnin' rate. Z
z ! oil sum Gossase,
You skin OF sausage.
You talked that way, you cussed foo.
Tried to teach a Dimycrat school,
Dished up lies 'atd stop clock.
Blinded the miners with free trade; talk.
Told EN- silver'd bulge ahead.
| Gold bn wut6taSs p,uch 1aod -.rHE
Pay d be doubled in every mine
Holy Gosh, but you spun Il fine!
Started the boys on wild stampede
You. YOU OF buck, takin' the Lead
Over the fence got the gang to jump;
Look at you now, YOU chump.
Ibid sou ketch Whit,
You burned OIL stiff.
q, the good things a.eookin, back in thar
Wen that Teller SWUNG the door liar?
Did you, smell the cabbage an luscious
beef ~ .i5T Z :
That could .durn soon make you let out
the reef ~ fEgs Il e. Is
Yourself so thin they'd so twice around?
si Did you smell It. i say.
You free trade Jay?
Well, smell 1t a'gln. i wish to the Lord
You was chained right here to an iron
aHl rod 90
With your nose SO close to the door you'd
A snff every time they opened It;
Stay here I'LL your stomach was shrunk
until
It'd strain 1t to chamber a liver pill.
Jest smclln' an yearnln' by day and
night, 5s
An never gettln' n cusscd bite,
"a It'd sarve You right!
EVERY paper you picl: up tells 5 &
o. Cleveland hcadln' n gang O. sweliS
An goin' a-flshn', but you kin bet
II he hobs till doomstlay he'll never get
As hefty ketclgas that he took
Wen the bug o reform was on his hook. I.
Nary game fish could he show.
Enough to stay In Protection pool,
Whar' the water was allus clear an cool,
An you was one OF 'eT. too you chump,
Ono o. the suckers at had to jump
At the pizen bug at you thought was
good rs ti'E@ "a 81 Z
Enough for sorehead Republican food. 4
You Swallered II, too. y ,s7I
An the next thing you
W WI. a.honpin' round on the sandy bank.
crank. IL
"Whnt, are you elttin' fur all you done?
Watts tho result o. the fight you won?
Mills nil idie an mines shct down, ~
Grass a-growin' In every town,
Men a-loatin' on every hand. gSss
Hard times gtranSlin' tho hull wide land.
Banks a-bu9t!n' an trade heels up, r
Labor crampcd like n piZcned pup, ~
Homes but prisons o. woe an want.
Whar' wan-taccd prls'ners weak an gaunt
SILVER an hunger from morn till night,
Eyes all lusterless once so bright,
Thats what You got
Fur the change you sought. ~
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