The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1896-10-25
HIAWATHA BILL.

In the doorway of his wigwam
Sat the Big Chief Mckinley,
In the camping grounds at Canton,
Waiting for the fall election.
From the earth and from the planets,
Came the red men in the war paint,
From the North Pole, from the South
Pole,
From the yonder side of nowhere;
Some there were who came in wagons,
Some by wire and some in box-cars,
Some in parachutes and air-ships,
Many came who had their skates
Came the painted braves with war
whoops,.
Came to greet their chief, Mckinley,
To the campaign ground at Canton,
In the Buckeye State" Ohio.
Greetings bring we, Chief Mckinley,
From the trusts and from the gold
bugs;
Greetings bring from Grover Cleve-
land,
From the boilers ait Chicago,
Great art thou, Big Chief Mckinley,
For the scalps thou hast not taken;
WISE art thou, Big Chief Mckinley,
For thou lookest like Napoleon;
Thou wilt get our votes, Mckinley,
At the coming fall election;
Thou wilt poll the vote of England;
And the boilers at Chicago.
Now we pray thee, Chief Mckinley,
Lay thy hands upon and bless us,
Charm us with the Spirit Hanna,
Lest the Pale-Face Bryan gets us.
Then uprose the mighty chieftain-
welcome unto thee. my children!
Thou art wise in thy selection,
/ indeed will he thy savior;
/ would save thee and thy money
From the greedy hand of Labor;
/ viii double, aye and triple,
/ will multiply thy millions;
Thou shalt have a tariff higher,
Higher than the pale of heaven;
Thou shalt have money golden,
Golden as the Calf of Aaron.
Heed thou not the cries of hunger
From the crazy idle masses;
Fear thou not the Bogy Bryan
He whose tongue is made of silver,
Go thou hence, beloved children!
Peace be unto thee, my childreni
THE SNOW STORM.
O, the long and dreary Tuesday
In the fatal month Novemberi
Ever thicker, thicker, thicker,
Froze the ice about Mckinley!
Ever deeper, deeper, deeper,
BRYAN ballots showed him under!
Ali day long he moaned and sat there,
Wringing oft his hands in anguish,
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"Give me ballots! Give me ballots!"
From the Golden Calf of Aaron.
Into Big McKinley's wigwam'
Came Mark Hanna, grim and silent!
Did not parley at the doorway,
Waited not to be invited.
And the Chieftain, in his anguish,
Shuddered as he looked upon him,
where, 0 Marcus, is my passport
To the White House over yonder?
Where the ballots that you told me?
Would he mine on this November?
Where are they who came in box-cars?
Where are they who came in wagons?
Where the drummers and the SOL
diers?
Where the preachers with their pray
er books?
Where the bankers and attorneys?
Where the boilers at Chicago?
Where is Grover with his trutline?
Where, o where are all the women?"
But Mark Hanna answered sadly:
There are others! There are others!"
All night long they smoked and sat
there
Sat there till the dawn of morning;
Sat there till a feeling told them
That their stomachs needed fixing;
Then Mark Hanna rose and tottered
From the doorway of the wigwam,
Saying as he ambled forward:
Farewell, o my Chief Mckinley!
All my hopes are buried with youi
Buried with you, Chief Mckinley!
May you have a peaceful voyage
Up the waters of Salt River
Where the crow and buzzard flourish,
In the Land of the Forgotten!
GDA Mt SMITH