The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1900-10-08

That a Popocrat convention gathered there the
day before,
And to find candidate did search the livelons
day before,
Some one hunting-nothng more!
All, full well do I remember! Twas July and
not November,
When one young and windy member serenely
bobbed upon the floor.
Brandishing his little saber. talked Of neighbor
'gainst his neighbor
OF the bleeding brow of labor and the thorny
crowns it wore!
Yes. talked long and windy of the thorny crowns
that labor worei
Raised winds.orrn-nothing more!
Yes ne made most dire predictions Of the wick
ed crucifxions
That human eyesight yet might witness this
forsaken shore.
Loudly talked and wildly ranted till his hearers
enchanted
been beforei
Till each thought no greater human being
he'd ever seen before.
Pointblank good one. If more!
And when this loquacious squawker-this pro-
digious. endless talker-
Kept up his squawking and his talking for two
long hours more.
You'd thought vu1tures would be flying to con-
sumo the starved and dying
That around would be lying ere four Iona
cherries winters more.
That rankest reeking ruin would o'ertake in
four years more.
Dreadful ruin-nothing more,
much enraptured
oh dele no hun yoic had do,
before;
Till they as their leader named him and their
candidate proclaimed him!
Thus they named him and proclaimed him from
Maine to CALIFORNIA; shore.
They thought him second Moses upon this poor
sequestered shorei III sa
Full-grown Moses, and some more!
Then Billy he kept on talking. like some noisy
gander squawking.
He loud discussed the virtues of that beauteous
silver ore,
Like a full-grown shanehaPs Growing. or as a
young shorthorn lowing
His bazoo he kept a-blowing till echoes rang
from shore to shore.
His vain Authorizations echoed to earth's re-
hottest shore,
Simply echoed-nothing more!
When the ballots they had counted, poor, poor
BnIy's share amounted
Towel. just enough to make hin, wish he'd
had a million more,
All. yes. after all his putting and unprecedented
bluffng-
Such putting and bluffing ne'er mankind
had heard before
When called upon for show down. such a hand
seldom before,
just bobtail-nothing morel
Now. instead of desolation and that widespread
devastation.
That Billy Boy predicted. full prosperity reigns
once more,
For the furnace flames are burning and the
workmen's wheels are turning,
And happy laborers earning more wages than
they earned beforei
Their dinner pals fuller than in Democratic
days before.
Surely this. and vastly more.
But free silver never quitting that chatterbox
kept a-fitting
while his lungs were almost spiitting). far out
side the White House door,
From many old convention Can their names /
cannot mentionb
Hitler and thither he's picked up nominations
Democrat. Popocrat. and other little crattles By
the score,
Nicey Gratis. II nothing more.
Sun ring from INDIGESTION and much dis
torted vision
"a strangely bad strabismus rules his optic
forevermore).
He says. with flaming peroration. that we are a
ruined Nation
Ruined Hopeless OF salvation if Macks elected
one time more.
That this great country'u 20 to certain ruin ere
four years more.
Down to Hades-no place more!
He's a-steaming and a-smoking and a-clackins
and a-croaking.
Talks of kings and kingcraft. as great dema-
gogues have done before.
Many are the weary hours his talking appetite
devours,
Talks OF corporation powers-then sings of GOOD
old days OF yore,
Talks OF jefferson and of Lincoln. great maste,
minds of yore.
Pesky nonsense-nothing more
Lincoln never dreamed of seeing such haphazart
human being
Within presidential waters plying hard his littl.
oar.
Hail Columbia. What splutter, What con
temptuous words he'd utter.
What surprises would he mutter. could he re
turn 10 earth once more.
! He'd be indeed disguised could he return 1,
earth once more:
Much Disguised. II not more,
| When again Macks been elected tombston,
will be erected
| OF Democracy. Popocracy and precious silver ore
| Upon it will be engrayen figure OF a ghastI,
raven
An uneouth and croaking raven from Night
Plutonian sAore
| The ghastliest bird that's been discovered OF
this forsaken shore.
| Only this and nothing more,
| over BilIy's cogitatons and his future aspIra
| tons
| This tomb will cast shadow while he stays o.
| this Indictment shore
| Bugle horns no more can wake him-nay no
Turing hopes o'ertake him.
Zen Johnny Atgeld will shake himl Foreye
undisturbed he'll snorei
| TIL Gabriels trumpet sounds the resurrection
| unperfurbed hell snore,
| Irnrerfurhed forexern1oref