The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1900-09-21
In rather an affectionate fashion, as II
he had something up there.

IN ratner an aHectlOnate IaSnion, as II
he had something up there.
.
The frost Is on the delegations and
provisions are in the shock.
80
MansfieldPs continuous performance
on the stage Of riot suggests that some
body ought to pick that town up and
spank 1t.
Alliance people are still giving garden
parties. When an Alliance man once
gets warmed up, during hot spell, 1t
takes him long while to cool off.
THE BURIAL OF THE HATCHET.
Being a versified account Of Lion
Jacob p. Fawcett and Lamb William
]. Oby lying down together at q pink
carnation tea given after the meeting
Of the Canton Republican League.
with prodigious apologies to Lord
| Byron.)
Oby, the sentry, near the portal stood,
Eager to gild his arms with hostile
BLOOD
Well skilled in words the quivering
L
Or pour his breath through the en-
battled field.
To watch the movements of the Faw-
cett host
He at the stairways turn took up his
| post.
No lovelier mien e'er filled the soul with
JOY
And fighting blood coursed through this
gallant boy.
Though few the seasons Of his youth
full life
AS yet a novice in political strife.
l'Twas his, with beauty, valor's gifts to
share
A soul heroic as his form was fair.
Then UP the stairs the great Judge Faw-
cett came
AS Tayler's manager seeking berth with
fame.
The portal ope'd, and Willie close OBJ
served
The crowd with mingled Joy and awe
was swerved.
The manager full-bosomed with his job
Custodian of the fate Of Mormon Bob.
Smote he his breast as with q mighty
sword
And to the rabble said: Heed ye my
word.
Thy leader was once, in days of old,
And oft was burdened with thy cross
of gold,
ONCE, 1 held, and thither did draw
The hosts that I the useful fat might
fry
Sheived have 1 been, my splendid quail
tiles housed
While beardless boys hearty acclaim
aroused"
what god," exclaimed the judge, "in-
stills this fire?
- a. al ho grra
My soul too long with your disfsvor
oppressed.
Abhors the station of inglorious rest.
The son Of fame with peace cannot
accord
Bet mine to seek for glory and reward
Know'st thou Youngstown, with fur
mace fires dim,
where idle slumber wraps each work.
mans limb?
Where fun pail theories the men dis
dain
And ominous silence holds her sable
reign?
Then hear my thought: An idle, suller
mob
Purposes confusion to our gallant Bob
No gifts and promised prizes will e'e'
be thine
(You do the work the honor will be
mine.)
Were this decreed, aside from that one
| Town
Methinks an easy path to victory
L found:
Which passed, would speed our Bob tc
Congress- halls
And keep John Morris outside Of the
walls.
I'm this desire we must sustain no loss
OF this congressional district I'm the
| boss.
Am / by thee despised. and left afar
AS one unfit to share the tolls of war
Not thus his son the elder Fawcett
Not thus have I in other combat'
fought.
Not thus when Upham fell by treach
erous hate
II tracked the whiting through the
walks Of fate.
Thou knowest my deeds. my breast de-
And hostile drops dim my gor,
spear.
Here is soul with hope immorta
burns
And every foe of Tayler warml!
spurns;
But, else we move, our Robert Is un
} 1 swear by him who fills Olympus
throne.
The Fawcett then: by all the power
above!
|, BY all imperialists who Mckinley love
BY hoary Vesta's sacred fame I vow
My hopes are all in you, my generous
boy.
Now, when the hostile Bryan at lengtl
, bows down,
When smooth Bob Tayler wears Mari
Hanna's crown,
The sword, the buckler and the fier.
steed
Which Teddy guides with more thai
mortal speed
Are thine No envious lot shall then b
cast
pledge my word, irrevocably past.
: Henceforth affection, sweetly thus be
q gun,
Shall Join our bosoms and our soul
in one;
E Without thy aid no glory shall be mine