The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1898-04-24
EPISTLES TO ST. PAUL.

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When a young man is moved by love to
such an extent that he Is in momentary
danger of straining his solar plexus. he rushes
off to the retirement of his chamber and let's
loose his laboring soul in verse. The present
generation has not yet been made aware Of
it by experience. to, any considerable extent.
but the same condition as to the trend
towards poesy siezes nation when 1t feels
the throes of approaching war. The amount
OF good paper that is being wasted In taking
On the soul stirring of the patriot who can
rot write poetry or anything else, has no
measurable equal except the amount Of beer
laden breath that Is wasted in giving vent to
the feelings Of the cheerful patriot when he
lifts up his voice in song to the honor of his
country. have recently come upon several
efforts in the line Of songs. They won't live
but the poets will for the gods cannot love
them when they do such awful things.
The poet who is moved by the strains Of
martial music or the marching of regiment
is very likely to HE himself away and try to
write something original, which he finds is
impossible. Then he compromises with his
high aim and writes something that may be
sung to the tune Of Mamie Riley" or, IL
ne wants to put something about mother into
1t he is pretty certain to take the movement
been made the confdant of several aspiring
poetasters during the past few days They
are very young, and their verses are very
Dao. Ihey will never dispute for eminence
IN the anectations Of the nation with Fran
els Scott Key. who tossed off "The Star
Spangled Banner one morning.
one youngster. high school boy, is re-
sponsible for this. 1t served it's purpose and
lived It's little hour the other morning at
Sneilng. when the troops were getting ready
10 leave. The high school youngsters sang
it while they were tossing each other. in 2
blanket that was loot of war. having been
found in the abandoned bunk of private in
company II. 1t was howled to the tune of
the chorus Of "a Hot Time"
Cheer boys cheer, for Cuba will be free!
GSIn1eer, boys, cheer, We'll get old WeyIer, see!
"nen old dne SPAIN ah1rd be gets there, oh where will
There'n be a hot time in Havana that
Inc lusty young voices of the kids helned
matters bit in giving that to the world hut
where will be the finish of the misguided one
VINO is still waiting for an opportunity to get
some one to help him sing this to the tune
MT johnson, I'll Be Good''
oh, Mckinley turn us loose
n We got the men so what's the usef
IN. Mckinley, start the row!
IL you'll take one wallop at Spain.
Wen elect you once again.
on, mckinley, you be good"
Inat poet will undoubtedly ultimately reach
MS level In the stoke hole of man o, war.
But there are others as bad as he. There
was an enthusiastic mob of patriots lined
up at the bar of the Windsor the other even
ing and they were singing bloodtbirstv
ditty under the lead Of young man who
was divinity student year ago. Tbav
were doing business to the tune of "Com.
iiues' Iney shook each other fervently by
the hand and declared in chorus:
Comrades, comrades, ever since ZIG.
starring each others money-Spaiu's in a
hill Of fix! 49,
Comrades when WeyIer was rampant-nav
he break his neck this might -iiiay
Cadiz. ILLS sue OF
For our pal Maximo'
Ahey declared that they were on terms
u cne most touching intimacy with Maxine
Gomez, and insisted that they would like tn
have something hot in the way Of sauca
for the Spaniards they propose deyouring-
ana they objected to Spanish sauce most yio
lently.
meek young man, who never harmed
anybody in his life. except by trying to make
enem snare the burden Of his genius, wan.ea
me to let him know what I think of the fo1.
!, lowing, which, he observes. is to be rem.
dered with guitar accompaniment to the air
Oh Maid of Athens" I refuse to tell him
what l think of It. except in private. There
+ are things that may not be safely said In
newspaper. L quote my misguided acouaint-
ance to the extent of half a stick-or, rather.
a stanza: .--sa,ssf
! Maid of Cuba, ere we meet.
Are you, are you really sweet?
Ba1my winds, spice-laden blow
riom your lands where spices grow"
NOW something ought to be done with him.
He Is certainly wrong somewhere, and his
leet oont seem to be right-his really and
truly feet, you know. I'm not irving tr
square his metrical feet. The ouIy wav b.s
poetry could be scanned would be with ths
yardstfck that he Yields in his lucid mo-
-aents.
A boy in the Madison school did this It Is
not half bad. He has formed band of guerril-
las among his pals and the chances are that
he will have to be sent for some morning.
He sings the song. or rather the chorus of it,
to the disruption of the peace of mind of
all his mothers friends, and to the d.strac.
ton OF his poor old mother. Here Is the
chorus, which may be forced to fit the tune
of Tramp Tramp, Tramp, the Boys Are
Marching:,.
Hooray boys, we've got them now,
With Spaniard for each kid, we'll for
glory make bid,
And we'll make the dirty Spanfard hunt tis
hole"
1t is neither elegant nor lovely, but it
serves for war song that makes life any,
thing but desirable condition, if one lives
in the neighborhood Of the school.
youth who deals beer for living but
aspires to better things wants to know If
can get the outpouring of his soul into print
I certainly can-part of it. Perhaps he won't
want it all printed. He evidently thinks tina,
what is needed at this juncture is some one
who can uppereut the Spaniard and put him
out without loss Of time or blood. He sug-
gests that his verses should be sung to the
tune of 1.-THE New Bully" The chorus:
when we get that Dago dub, dub, dub dub,
When I've met that Spanish stiff
When we land that yellow cur, dog, bow
+ wow,
Well make him wish he'd never seen the
Maine"
A most commendable sentiment, but sure
ly expressed crudely. 1t is to be hoped that
the poet will not be denied some of the joys
he anticipates for himself in meeting the
Spanish person
writer of one with which the mail was
burdeued. The theme itself is grand, but
somehow the poetry suggests soap and grease
, spots, and things like that The person
who has favored me with it should remem-
Der that the soul of the poet is always sensi.
BILE to it's surroundings. The next time she
writes a poem on the wars she should not
write it in the cellar. There is no attempt
the crime in this case-possibly there is no
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