The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1901-04-05


The robin sing-then
Before could get to my window
1t was winter again.
+. A. Douglass has severed his con.
nection with the Salem News. Dou.
glass is one of the brightest of the
bunch.
THE END OF THE ADVENTURES
OF THE MIGHTY BAIRD
BE-WAWA.
with further apologies to Longfellow)
Ye who love the fair delusions,
The excitement and the turmoil
In the region where aboundeth
That peculiar kind and species
Known as genus Pol.it-i-cus-
Love to revel in the fancy
OF the way you think it's going
Love to make big rejoicing
When the votes are not yet counted
Love to hear the idle prattle
OF the know-it.all ward heeler
Oratorus Curb-stone-otis-
Listen to these mild traditions
Listen to this simple story
OF the way we greatly fooled were
When the ballots were all counted
Stay and read his crude effusion
Writ with little skill of song-craft;
Homely phrases, but each letter
Full of hope and yet of heart-break.
You shall hear how Baird-be-wawa
or the distant ward secundus,
Whom the people called the white
goose,
Vexed the village with disturbance.
You shall hear of all his mischief
After the opposing tribesmen
Thought the thing looked very easy
After all his art exhibits
And astonishing the people
With his exploits with his gum shoes
You shall hear of his endeavors
To get back into the school board;
OF his Establishments and fine words
When he hypnotized the workers
That the other side expected
Would help out at the right moment ;
or his wondrous transmigration
And the end of his adventures.
In the land of the Hare-own-town
Who runs things about to suit him
And has heightened out his lease some
At the place the truly meek one,
Robertsonas, has his hang-out-
On the shores where plash the waters
or the limpid Nimishillen,
That belongs to the Shocks-hog-it
And their big wheel prehistoric
On the hills that rise and tower
Up above the pleasant resort
The great park, the Nimisilla,
Baird-be wawa, the almighty,
Stood erect and called the cohorts
From his footprints leaped a river
That soon threatened to engulf him
And would surely have engulfed him
II his wonderful old arctics
Had not straightway shed the water
From his mouth there flowed stream
out
That was made of words mile long
Which leaped down into the morning
Ger the precipice plunging downward
Cleaned his brow like Reed-poo-peba
He who owns the justice temple,
He who makes them wear smoked
glasses,
Give the high sign and the low sign
And do stunts of all descriptions
To get to his royal presence.
With his finger Baird-be-wawa
Traced a winding pathway outward,
Called the tribes of men together.
And unto the less enlightened
His compatriots on the ticket,
Reed-obridge-way, the pretender,
And the rainbow, Rustle-chase-it,
He outlined a plan of action,
Saying to them: Run in this way
With his hand he broke fragment,
Nodded 1t much like .lead-pipe,
Out Of which to make cinch of.
You shall witness how my platform
Shall be fashioned, shall be framed up
Like the platform that has been bull
BY the three who would confuse us,
Said the mighty Baird-be-wawa,
AS he deftly took some clay up
And then pressed 1t in his fingers.
Soon the smoke rose slowly, slowly
Through the tranquil air of morning
For his platform was wonder,
For his platform was a warm one.
First single film of nonsense,
Then a denser, bluer vapor,
That was evidently fashioned
For the benefit of home talent.
Then a snowy-white cloud unfolding,
Like the tree tops of the forest,
Was the foggy fuzz to catch up
All the voters, the unwary,
Who would fain see Wright-puk-keen,
Straightway get his walking papers.
On the hands of his compatriots
Then he placed some salve he squeeze,
out
From blarney stone he found there
Soothing salve for Sarver-o-ma.
with this fine conglomeration."
Said the mighty Baird-be-wawa,
"We will go before the people
And will fool them altogether"
And the prophets OF the nations
Said: "Behold the Baird-be.wawa!
by his platform full OF much mist
He has signaled from afar of,
Bending like q wand of willow,
Waving like hand that beckons;
Baird-bewaws, the almighty. Z
Calls the warriors 70 bis couucile."
DswA ~ avenue 70 ~ pesk p|aee