The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1900-01-13

! ton between the war office and the gen
| erals both in Natal and Cape Colony, but
Z ii is not deemed advisable that the pur-
port of these communications should be
made known. The linSoes are buoy ing
! themselves up with the hope that at last
some decisive operation is afOOt, II not
! executed. But there is nothing to sup
port this theory except the optimism
which has persistently spoken of the en-
2agementS already recorded as victor
| les" splendid victories and complete
victories" Yet they have achieved moth
ing. Not a gun of the eneny's has been
taken in the war in which artillery is
the deciding factor.-DaiIy Paper.
While you're YEARLY awaiting for some
tidings from the South,
While the Geographic cables all are idle,
! There is not the least necessity at all to
shut your mouth.
Or your truculent imagination bride.
You can pirate about alliances or shake
your fist at France
You can cringe before the German and
the Yankee,
your PROSTATE carcass dance.
Why, take their kicks and humbly
murmUr ''Thankee."
Our only Joseph tried that plan of filing
in his time
And slavered Sam and Wilhelm down
The Times and Post and Standard all
cried out next day "Sublimer
The Cockney Daily Mail yelled, Hes a
bester!"
But soon across the ocean an indignant
message came,
Denoting feelings angry, not fraternal-
Then Joseph's friends recanted and in
sorrow blame and shame,
Consigned him to far climates marked
internal"
And while the Yank protested, and the
TeutOn looked askance
Z .TOSeDnS humble wing for A1lil nee
His stern threats were greeted in the
sunny land of France
With shouts of quite cOntemptuous de-
In fact they're sadly saying now across
in Gay Paree"-
What fools We were to finch about
This fmpotent decrepitude could we last
year fOresee
we'd beat John Bull from Bristol to
BarOda!'
There's wailing wild and hopeless in full
many an Irish home
By Lagan. Liffey Lee and Suck and
Shannon,
For boys who took our chilling from their
native hills to roam
And die for Cecil Rhodes fore Kruger's
cannon;
That is not how we take it in our fash
iOnable cline
We know how low and vulgar is emo
ton
Our ladies leave the theatre in, evening
dress in time
To ask for news of slaughter DER the
oceans
Thus while the solemn silence of the tele-
graphic wires
Denotes that Butler hasn't reached Pre-
tOria.
And that the Absent minded Beggars'
task more toll requires
Than munching of the chocolate of Vic
tOria-
We of the ever glorious anglo Saxon
race at home
Must sit and at our leisure sadly wonder
If e'er again the earth will ring with Kip
ling'S latest 'pome,"
Or any nation heed our STACEY thunder.
In bitter truth we've fallen on a sad and
gloomy day
The atmosphere decidedly. is murky,
The world extended Empire" now bids
fair to go the way
OF Persia, Macedonia and Turkey;
But even though the Beers licked our
hundred thousand men
Though France and Russia chased our
ships and sunk EN-
IT'S really quite cOnsOling to reflect that
even then
We'd still preserve our British brag and
bunkum.
*The war office in London has been
crowded Just before midnight by ladies in
full evening dress looking for information
regarding relatives in South Africa,-The
Irish People.