The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1898-03-09

| reaSsertion of the American eagle as
the acknowledged ruler of the interna-
tionai roost. Take for instance these
| inspiring lines from the Chicago Chron-
| icle:
No doubt that it was Spain
Blew up our dear old Maine,
And scattered DER our country
An awful lot of pain.
They did. and they know IL,
And you bet we know it, too,
And we will make II a day
That Spain will always rue.
1T is pleasant to be so confidently as
sured that the lawful lot of pain scat
tered through the country is positively
to be avenged by retaliatory methods
The extent of this poets knowledge as
to the origin of the Maine explosion
would seem to render the work of the
court of inquiry eminently supereroga-
tory, but we presume that he is willing
to let it go on for corroborative pur-
poses.
Here is another poet who, not quite
so sure of his premises, puts SPANS
punishment alphabetically:
On the fifteenth of February
There lay on the deep
Our battleship Maine
And our boys fast asleep:
Asleep after prayers
Their mothers had taught,
If death should o'ertake them
Their souls go to God;
These boys of our union,
So gallant and brave,
Who dared leave homes
Our country to save.
If Il hand SO vile led
our battleship Maine
Ger mine of explosives,
Beware O Spain. o SPAIN
After the publication of the forego-
ing, Spain may well beware. This poet
is one of those calm, patient, dgnified,
self possessed gentlemen who are not
inclined hastily to jump al conclusions
but who, as soon as the returns from
Havana are all in will jump at SPANS
throat with energy and butcher knives.
Yes. indeed; beware, O Spain! Spain,
of this class OF poets. They have mines
of explosives of their own.
Again, we have a poet who puts it in
this graphic fashion,.
Alas Alas, Alas,
What now has come to pass.
The Maine is sunk in water
And we must get out in mass
With Old Glory at her head.
The good ship sank like lead.
But we'll double the departed
With Spaniards that are dead.
This poet is SO familiar with the facts
that he does not hesitate to confirm the
report that the Maine was sunk In
water, thereby forever setting at rest
the rumor that she was sunk ten miles
in shore. But the Maine having been
sunk In water, we must get out in
mass. Do not let us get out an injunc-
ton, or get out indiscriminately, or in
transit. or in anything but in mass,
otherwise we shall not be in 1t at ALL
But when we get out in mass we shall
get out an extra edition of dead Span
iards and double the issue of the dear
departed. We cannot forbear quoting
another stanza of this same sweet, sad
singer:
Why stand we idle here
When there's no land we fear
And let the Spanish devils
Wiring from us a teara
Let's show our strength and might
And our willingness TO fight
And blow EN- 10 the awful place
That's always out of sight.
observe the poet $ delicacy, his purity
of thought and expression. his careful
avoidance of any suspicion of profanity
Most of us low, coarse, groveling spir-
its. like Phil Sheridan. would be glad
enough to blow EN- to hell and done
with It: but q heaven born poet. with
an adequate comprehension of the good.
the true and the beautiful. would blow
hn Al AL
out of sight" This poetry Is out of
sight, too. Let us trust in the poets and
keep our powder dry, and we'll come
out Of the little scrape with Spain all
right side up with care.