Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1897-04-08
THE CITIZEN.
Versus Both New Jail" and Poor Farm"

! Mr.. EDIToR:-With your consent
( | will hereby, proceed TO vent
First, / would like 10 ask some light
! How The Committee gets its sightI
In its 'arduous duties noseing around
/ Is there some Brownie living IN town,
/ Who goes before. to call TO mind,
While they follow after with, we tindy
| We are told this i the third time now
! That there has been the same pow-wow.
! Not in behalf of Il cheaper mail
But. ought TO have new County
Jail
| Is the present one such an eye-sore,
! That no one wants 10 enter its doorr
Then. think it quite the plan,
| For to let the old one stand.
But. if it's for the neighbors' looks
! To build a mansion for the crooks
| Oh, Can't they look some other way,
! And pity those who have to pay.
| Had they crossed that narrow bridge
/ And got away out on the ridge,
| Would have found. where want and
care
Prevailed, III many homes, not rare.
I There's Pew-rent and big Doctors pills,
| Blacksmith, Stores and various bills.
! ! tell Won now, in these hard times
/ We do not want any more new
shines.
Which brings me to, my paying broth
| er,
Who, would have us do some other.
! Namely; Buy and run a big Poor
Farm"
OF this he can't see any harm.
Now my friend, just look with me
And see if we don't quite agree
| That would be, if I'm not a liar,
| e. INT, tho frd'
| We know that poorfarms are quite
plenty
| And might get from one to twenty.
Then. there must be houses" too
And of course must all be New,
! A stately one, both large and fair,
| To shelter those, whose lot falls there,
| Then, some others, for the bosses,
With their Carriage, Whip and
| Hoses"
Houses grand of many gables,
| And of course some barns and stables.
As to salary, need not mention
Suffice, it will be of highest tension,
| Self sustaining, methinks / see,
Them making living by Whoa-haw
gee.
Then again after while
But keep quiet do not smile
| Our merry happy Girls and Boys
Who bring to us so many joys
When they grow up,-after awhile,
And begin to put on the style.
VIII not all think it much of sin
When we get old and childish, then,
To send us to that house so fair
To cold charitys' love and care.
So | would say then let things be,
As long as the bark sticks on this tree.
In place of one so great and grand
Razers, let the old Jail stand.
The same l ask too, for that other
Advocated by my Brother.
OH would we had more men in Office
Who would lower the tax on us
Couldn't they now,-what do they
say?
Work for the half of their present pay.
That is, he who now gets ten
Couldn't he pity his stituents when
They are working with hands and feet
And can hardly make both ends meet,
Here is a man with Acres of land
As poor, | may say as the back of your
hand
When, who are you? but as he looks
1t is the Tax man, with his books
4 want the taxes for this land,
Says the man with book in hand
There's Eight and half for County
and State
With Poll, Dog and School about the
same rate
Then, rs for that patch of a garden
There is Poor and Road, thrown into
the bargain
Wife" says the farmer, Il tell you
now,
We must sell that spotted cow"
Nay, cheer up there, do not weep,
/ will sell those few nice sheep.
Though l had hoped that they might
stay
To keep us warm in winters day.
We must pay our Uncle Sam,
If we closer hug the jamb.
Thar to sit and shake and shiver,
To pay, those who didn't go up Salt
River"
ANOTHER TAXPAYER,