Evening journal., 1902-06-28
BilIParSOn'S 'SCOIumn
Published Now and Then.

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God Save the State
God save the State an urgent plea.
Pray solemn priest ON bended knee,
And in the temples where our youth
Drink deep from streams of living
truth.
There may some herald at the gate
Cry long and loud; God save the State!
God save the Statel Ineres need to
pray
When crime stalks bold along the way,
There to carouse and shake the dice
With his old friend and comrade, Vice,
While in their hearts is only hate
When freemen cry: God save the Statel
God save the Statel A leprous brood
The arch-fiend and his brotherhood
lnfest the land. nor pause to cry;
"Unclean!" SO men infected, die.
On bended knee ye humble-great
Pray, ever pray: God save the STATED
God save the Statel All, yes, but we
Must not supinely wait to see
The heavens open at our call.
Man helpless quite; God doing all.
Our courage friend must not abate
While yet va arv; God save the Statel
God save the State But learn again
He works His sovereign will through
men.
Know when ye judge His wise in
tents.
Men are His chosen Instruments
Fight on, o. friend. nor trust to fate,
And fighting, pray: God save the
He Gets the Fees
Once a willy politician
Thought a registrars commission
Should be worth a rather
Handsome sort OF fee;
So he charges each two dollars,
While the victim squirms and hollers;
And the politician laughs
In greatest glee.
Now lnis willy politician
Used to be a great physician.
And his earnings used to be,
Oh. Just immense,
When they made him Secretary
Then his practice didn't vary
Since the wise must have
A proper recompense.
So the registrars, appointed
BY the governors annointed.
Must pay tribute to their lord
On bended knees.
Each will get his great commission
While tho erudite physician
Smiles a pleasant sort OF smile
And gets the fees!
inherited Talents
Cash talks; that's what the people say;
Then think what must be dreaded
IL Gale should start to woo the maid,
And he and Cash be welded.
Oh. what a brood the pair would reari
And what an awful bother
Should each inherit all the gifts
or Mother and OF Father
9 o 8
qIThe Charge of the Light Brigade
Half a square, half a square,
! Half a square onward;
Into the gaslight's blare.
STROBE our four hundred.
Forward, the light brigadel"
I"Charge for those lightsl" we said.
Into the fitful gloom
IStrode our four hundred.
Forward, the light brigadel"
Was There a man dismayed?
mot. though, the people knew
The Commission had -Dlundered.
Theirs not to make a kick;
Theirs not to heave a brick:
Theirs to pay, or go on tick
Into the ebon gloom
lStrOde our four hundred.
Gaslights to right of them,
candles to left OF them,
lGlOwworms to in front of them,
lSpluttered and glinted,
Plunged in the gloom and smoke.
Taxpayers all went broke;
Landlord and tenant.
staggered and squinted
Then the newspapers all the stui
printed.
Flat flames to right of them,
GLOW worms to left OF them.
willard behind them.
lSpluttered and vanished;
? Stormed at by all the press,
None ever cared | guess.
Fighting for cussedness,
And cOmmonsense baniehed.
when can their glory fade?
Not for a long decade.
Nobody wondered.
Honor the charge they made.
9 Honor the light brigade.
, How we have blundered!
Lawn Social Tonight
A lawn social for the benefit OF Sl