The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1897-08-26
CIT RHYMES: A NEW CROP.
JoY REIGNs ANEW IN THE PoEsY
DEPARTMENT.

His stream OF Song Upon tho Low Campaign
VERSES varying In Method. but All One
in style - Can Iou Guess the Autheri
About the most bedragglod thing In town yes.
terday morning was the banner that is sup
posed to float proudly in front OF tho Citizens
Union headquarters In East Twenty.third
street. An i'll wind which may have blown
somebody else good had raised the other thing
with che banner. Tho stan had snapped in two,
and, being hold together by the cloth, had
wound around and around itself until tho blue
and white ensign had become q weary mass OF
tangled sogginess. Thus 1t typined the feelings
OF the Cts.
The trouble with tho Cts yesterday morning
was that their stock of poetry had run out,
Cts do not live by bread alone. but mainly by
highly moral little campaign ditties, with which
they cheer themselves on along the thorny path
OF virtue, At present they can't afford to keep
a poet on the premises. In this respect they are
behind tho Republicans. who have the Hon.
William Soary, and the Democrats. who can at
any moment touch OFF into violent metrical
pyroteohnics their prize 6zz pop, Mr.. William
SulZor. or. II the worst comes to tho worst,
may fall back upon the eminent univer-
sity founder, Mr.. John Brisben Walker.
But tho unfortunate Cts must, ~porforce,
rely upon the enthusiasm of tho general
membership to ofloresco into song. As all the
effusions hitherto received had been barely
enough to ut out the various brands of Low cam
paign buttons. one couplet to each brand. there
fore tho head OF the poesy department., who I'M
fortunately is not himself n poet, was in despair.
A SuS reporter who had dropped in about noon
to ask for the latest quotations. on the Low mar
ket called his attention to the condition OF the
bedragglcd banner.
q" Lot it d~raggle," said tho poesy sharp hope
lcssly. at expresses my feelings precisely"
Whats the matter n asked tho reporter
alphabetically. Lost another vote O.
Worse than that. Here we are ready to be-
Gin a campaign of light and Innocent amuse-
mcnt, recreation. and instruction, and We
haven't got q song to help along with. It's sick
ening. Look at that pile OF mail. haven't the
heart to open 1t. It's prose. prose, prose; all
prose. What is prose to hearts that pant for
expression in songT
Tho reporter glanced at tho pile of letters in
dictated. Almost at the top was an envelope OF
that bulky aspect which usually denotes the re-
5ected manuscript. lie picked 1t up and handed
It to the head OF the poesy department with the
suggestion that it might be Of value in the crisis.
1t was q good guess. The unhappy Cit opened
It, extracted u bunch Of manuscript neatly
folded. glanced thereat. and leaped from his
seat to perform a dance of Joy.
AT last! at last!'' he warbled. I'VE arc "a we'd.
1t is poetry! Just in the nick Of time"
but you haven't read it yet. 1t may not DO
good" suggested the reporter.
"Bah!" retorted the joyous Cit In disdain.
LIS S have q s dTin 1hsss sn edG %sRins M to ol aaSff ~
onatched forth q bottle and took a deep drauRht
Of %, Rals; dh sna s seRnn 70 sssd M sP TIFss po Sns tho aD.
titled "The Citizens Union:
Now the parties are divided
Now hey ssI.scS snS 5!.s s.ss osS..
When tho Captain from TioEa
rS S,si s, Il En- . s S's 4. ia EsS 1;en'su"
What do you think of that r. he cried. paus.
ing after the first verse. whether from q spirit
S Sn %sso % d. de &c mi n,' a DiIe Without sos Waiting wRitina f %a .
reply, proceeded,
ms sAlsIs II M !9SSel{ ys,, M05 g. . that s.f hat 18th oh t tss
}si 9s II. 2 i1 %esfii 1H sSs, that a1s 1 fun IN is tho , last
s.s5 there sass explain In q soosaoss. Here's
Before the reporter could protest the poesy
specialist was at 1t again!
w f;sS 4, r. } Hss:S s. : e : ::s:S
lis no triainr host s~dvanofns
Meath m%idsummer,s hottest GLOW!
And dis thus wen bring them sLowr"
tu rss u Ss P ssns 81 T tho end sa;, only s, Hlth + E :. different
Who did It !" asked the reporter.
TIE TIE 6 S .i Ssss1Ef Id .s slS sala Wits 1 t%o a him; sv.
Isuspect that they are used as a blind for a
eIeateE name. a lame SO great that can't
"Hesyea foEbidl". exclaimed tho reporter.
II don't see what tho law of libel has to do
are not suficientlyy discerning 70 see throS1sS
5ss. t f sssSs e. ssEls s,' RI y y. you ' WEE : sHSsh sas
You amt so warmi
our trembling foe
An %e wit 1as ss, ~ I s5Srm'
Wen win on form"
us that by the Same lobst-songster r. asked
,t ~SGal %S any yr one ,I fail t. to G sss the ;,,sm,lsrity f. |,
.ilk;stoektng district the better element. You
And with Seth Low
Wen win ON EoRA.
Right In their own language. Thatl brinl
OUT the votes. Now do you recognize thu
At the risk of derision and contempt tho re
and the same humiliating confession was wrunI
from him upon the reading OF q third ~efrusion
OF which the following is a sample:
We're going to vote for Low
Wen down the Tsmmsny Tiger
And all the Tammany clan.
CHORUS.
Low. Low, Seth, Seth Low,
He's the man for met
For he's manly and he's honest
And he'll win tho victory.
"That's under another pseudonymo." said tn
Poesy man; but the deception Is 80 obviou
that It Ia no deception at all. There remain
one more selection In what may call our poet
more elevated style. 1t is called "A Hal
Hymn Halo. Hail-Low. Scot 1 will read it:
Translucent writ upon tn empyrean vault,
High.orbed in radiant, polychromous name.
Mighty rerormer. fraught with absent fault,
Sounding in ecstasy thy luscious name.
Lot not assembling tyrant speed q halt
Upon the forward march Of thine Inscription
fame
"Now, can't you guess T. cried tho Cit, havinl
detained this dithyramb with tremendous elG
oution.
The reporter searched his memory and fount
clue. sit sounds like Hannah Noon" he ven
tured.
"Who's Hannah Noon r. demanded tho hea,
OF the Poesy Department., frowning.
"She's the reversible poetess." explained tn
reporter, You can read her name forward o
backward, and it's equally good either way
Har nnatrY Ia Mritfan ON thu anma nrlncinle ~