The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1897-05-04
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A Tale Of theFront-Ear By Carp.
Copied from the Lancaster Demo-
crat 6y permission Of the Author,
r. s. PurSeU.
iTHE CoNoLusIoN.l

iTHE CoNoLUsIoN.)
With this announcement he OPEN
ed the paper and began to read as
follows:
TO ALL CONCERNED.
We've never in this town had and
| inaugural,
So the first one we have is given in
doggerel.
L have studied and pondered and
I thought 'twould be nice
To give the saloonists little advice.
1t is cheaper than fines, and trust
more effective
And as to my Office you know it's
| elective
So hope in the future you'll close
up your doors.
The first time it's my fault, the next
time it's yours
That you open on Sunday, or after
the hours
Allowed by the Council-I'll apply
all thepowers
| Contained in the State or municipal
code
And twill be your own fault if you're
sent DER the road.
1 believe to start early; to be open
and frank,
So I'll not be compelled to give you
ydaB
That will quite incommode you in
person and purse,
And L 6nO,O after one dose that
you'll get no worse.
Don't fool with the cops or entice
them to drink,
Or from any duty to skirmish or
shrink.
I'm friend to saloonist, one, each
and all,
And for my sake and yours don't one
of you fall
Into the belief that Carp" will be
easy,
For if you depart I'll make it quite
breezy
Both in your neighborhood and that
of the jail.
Now don't you presume that 1 ever
quail
Or throw up my hands when once
we'll in line,
For think to be right is both just
and divine.
And if after two years of quiet and
care
You make up your minds to oust me
from there
'Rut shoulder to wheel, and work
To quit me from office that fail to
fill.
Don't think for a moment that Carp
il a fool
You'll make mistake If you break
DER the rule
A mistake it will be you will find to
your sorrow
When you settle it up on the moorn
of the morrow.
Here's another good subject: think
the police
Need little attention, instruction
and grease
To oil up their joints and hasten
their ways
So they get in their thirty instead of
ten days
Every month, and take care to let
alone booze
And try to dispense with your sweet
nightly snOoze,
For I'll be around-I'm not hard to
keep,
And no one can tell at what hours I
sleep.
I'll run the department, or "bust" up
the ranch,
| I'll have no lieutenant or reference
branch.
There is an old saying, "a new broom
sweeps Clean"
| But L give you my word that l say
what | mean
You keep up your trace" and shoe
your own row."
And will assure you things smooth
ly will go.
Fl. w. CARPENTER, Mayor,
AT the first line the Indians stopp-
ed and listened, at the second they
began to turn pale and presently
their means and groans could be
heard coming up from all parts Of the
army. AS the stern reader continued,
the weaker savages began to totter
and fall and finally the whole army
was writhing in agony upon the
ground. Their screams and beseach-
ings fell upon unheeding ears how
ever and the torture went on to the
end. When he had concluded, the
old hunter looked down upon vast
plain covered with dead. Not q
single savage escaped the massacre,
to tell the awful story.
The author of the tragedy now
turned to receive the congratulations
of Albert and Rose, when horrible
sight met his visions. Carp's poetry
had been too great strain upon
Rose and like the Indians, she had
succumbed. Albert though weak
had tried to relieve her by loosening
the cord she had tied about her neck
to keep the gas from escaping, and
the gas coming out In great volume,
had overpowered and finally asphix-
lated him. Thus perlshed the reunit-
ed lovers at the threshold ofa happy
and promising career.
The old hunter looked sorrowfully
down upon the cadavers of his
friends for moment and then with |
a maniacal laugh that sent the
shivers up the backs of the feathered |
denizens of the forest he went
to the Athens Lunatic
Asylum and gave himself up.
THE end