The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1900-11-16
Joseph county is the guilty one. We want
justice. CHARLEY SHOWANGO.

justice. CHAkLE1 SHOWANGO.
Owosso Mich. Nov. l2.
Editor Times Herald: In your Saturdays |
paper is the statement: mckinley carried !
every county in Michigan save one-Shawassee
which gave Bryan plurality OF So. Follow |
ing 1t was the poem THE Song OF Shiawassee."
county was 667. The only democrat elected
was Daniel j. Gerow, for sheriff, and it's no |
credit to the democrats that he won out The
Lord himself couldn't have beaten him. The
poem is intended to ridicule. Oy0sso does not
staLd for Bryan for half minute Neither is |
the county the darkest spot in the state, nor |
do the 'whiskers grow the longest here" On |
the contrary, Ow osso is as its Indian name ndi-
Gates "a bright spot" A small, progressive
iicSn Ii. j. DANIELS, Evening Argus.
Owosso Mich, Nov. II.
Editor Times-Herald, Chicago: I notice in !
The Times Herald of this date poem by S. e. (
Kiser entitled 1.-The Song of Shia wassee." |
Now, while the sentiment is al right, IL &C
republican, while st. Joseph county, Of which |
Centr, Vile is the county seat, gave Bryan 60
majority. 1t was formerly supposed that ST. |
Joseph county was a section OF Kansas de- |
posted in Michigan by some cyclone, whiskers |
and ALL but now that Kansas has gone repub- |
lican st. Joseph county is the only solace left |
for the ragged whiskered wild-eyed populst
plead for jnstice to Shiawassee. Yours truly, |
L. Fl. SABIN.
Battle Creek. Mich, Nov. 10.
These and 1862 more letters on the same sub
ject make it necessary to set Shiawassee right
before the world. We we're mised. In the |
table giving Mchigan's vote by counties that
came to our notice Shawassee and St. Joseph |
had in some way become transposed, so that
guilt was fastened upon the innocent. We |
therefore, take pleasure in presenting
sHIAwAssEE's ANSWER.
Shiawa ssee, fair and gentle,
Victim of misplaced statistics,
Victim OF some cross. eyed printer,
Or some donkey with strabismus
Libeled IN mistaken measures,
Weep not nor sit down in sorrow,
But arise and with Owosso
Whom thou hast with gentle murmurs,
With thy soft, enchanting singing.
Lulled so oft to peaceful slumber,
Stand before the world and show 1t
All thy grace and all thy sweetness;
Let it gaze upon thy features
And be held in happy thralldom
BY the richness of thy beauty,
BY the splendor of thy raiment,
BY the glory of thy visage-
BY thy pleasing manner let 1t
Be enchanted in blissful thralldom,
Be compelled to pay thee homage
Sing, o pretty Shiawassee,
Sing so all the world may hear thee,
OF the grandeur of thy children,
or thy stalwart sons, thy valiant
Sons, who, true to thy fair teachings,
Kept the faith and kept 1t nobly,
Heard the petulant old women
OF the weeping tribe and spurned them;
Heard the whisper Of Cohoctah
And the answer of Okemos,
Heard and smiled and said: 10 mother,
Tell them in thy sweetest accents,
Which are as the sound Of waters
Ripping over cleaning pebbles,
Which are as the gentle breezes
Passing through the nodding treetops,
Tell them we are neither dreaming,
Nor repining, nor complaining;
Tell them we are up and marching
Onward in the gay procession
Washed and shaved and combed and march.
ing
On to glory ana to greatnessl"
And she rose In all her beauty,
All her transcendental spendor
And she sang as gentle zephyrs
Sing among the reeds and rushes
OF theglory of her children,
or their pride and of their wisdom
| or their race and of their prowess
Sang 10 praise of good Kionka,
Sang Of Daniels and Of Dewey,
or s owango and OF Sabin,
| Sang their praises In such measures
As enchant the sacred Shushuga,
Sang so sweetIy that the wild goose,
Winging southwark stayed TO listen,
Circled round and ceased 1t honking,
Glad to linger there and listen
| To the story as she sang 1t,
| or the pride her sons had brought her,
| or the faith they kept. the glory
That her stalwart sons had brought her.
And she pointed at Sinjoseph.
And the ripples Of her laughter
Echoed through the:stretching vistas,
| Echoed down the distant vistas,
And she sang: "Stand up, o craven,
Stand before the whole world branded
Constantine. wasspi, Sturgis,
Leonidss and White Pigeon,
Notawa and all the others
| OF your tribe stand forth and listen:
There are burs fast on your trousers,
There IL moss among your whiskers,
There is something In your visage
That betokens lack of reason,
And the line where soap and water
Left their latest mark upon you
Shows above your Adams apple,
High above your Adams apple
| And the soil of many seasons,
Gathered from the fields the burrows,
Gathered from the swamps, the marshes,
Is incrusted on your boots and
Meath the nails upon Jour fingers,
| Is incrusted where your collar
Would conceal u II you had ono"