The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1896-04-23

A tenderfoot just came my way;
He may feel sad, but 1 am gay.
go rat bangi ."
O harkl The signal gun is heard;
o list to the scream of Eagle Birdi
A halt is called-balloon comes down:
See, far and wide, the wrechage strewn!
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The storm is Ger, its fury spent.
Behold the sign: For sale or rent"
One man fell down and knocked down
four,
In scramblirg up he knocked down more;
Like bricks in a row, down, down they fell,
And when 'twould stop no man could tell.
Then paEicS came, both spring and fall,
Railroads robbed with accustomed GALL
Short crops followed, one two, three;
our Nile 40 longer sought the sea.
And then the lawyer had his inning,
His vestur9 purple and fine linen;
A diamond flashed from every breast,
Nor day nor night could he find rest.
. then we longed for master mind,
This sphlEx-like riddle to unwind. =
o then we lonsed for master hand,
With stroke Of scimeter so grand,
This Gordian knot to cut and sever
And conflicting interests bring together;
For when relief was sought in court
Twas there the boomer had his sport.
Not putting knife right to the cancer,
Striking out dilatory answer.
And giving judgments just. instanter,
The court, in its great big heart, found
To pity the boomer and his ruined boom.
Like ships disabled, far from port,
Too soon, we found our only court
With causes, great and small, quite
Helpless, drifting, water-Iogged.
Alas! the debt each day grew bigger,
While realty shrank to size of chigger;-
Just big enough to make one scratch
TO keep up the interest and pay the tax
While 'twiXt the pdyee and the debtor
The breach grew worse instead of better,
And compromise he could no more,
Delay had wrought destruction sure.
And then these matters bad to ease,
To help relieve congested court,
We formed the court Of common pleas;
Its life was sweet, its life was short;
The wheels were blocked, not an inch
would move;
To pay Judge the Pops refused.
To tell you all am not able
Confusion beat the ancient Babel;
In Auditorium great there's not half room
To hang up the relics of bygone boom.
AFTERTHOUGHTS.
Weep not, my friend, tits maxim sound,
Ger lacteal fluid upon the ground.
A city is built, and here to stay,
Though owners change and pass away;
And while We cannot all be great
And wise, and rich in real estate,
We can hold up our heads, as we march
along,
And speak a good word for our own good
town.
To the chronic kicker, and the growler. too,
passing word and then adieu:
Twas little you had when the boom
came on,
Perhaps, not less when the boom had
gone;
When times were flush you borrowed
money;
The land was yours. with milk and honey.
Wichita has given to you a living,
What have you, in turn, 10 your town been
giving?
Don't kick your town, and feel so sad
Ger loss of that you never had;
Methinks you bought on time, my lad,
And as your fortune rose. and sank
II touched the loan man and the bank;
Your boosted wealth and ample riches
Were in your mind, not in your brooches
But cheer up. brother, alFs not LOST
old Sol still lends warming ray
Not I'll is cold and biting frost;
STU - re for brighter days in May
W.T. big stout heart look through the
SOON.
To the sunny side of departed boom.
WIN. c. LITTLE