The sun., 1904-08-15

Will hasten to make full amends TOT ner
violation OF international law.
Scraps From tho Poetry Basket.
We brought it on ourselves, this food
OF campaign song, mainly unsingable,
that Is inundating this shop. "The con-
volutions Of the campaign poets are be-
ginning to convolve,' we said, inno-
Gently and gayly, not suspecting trouble.
Then, with a crash like thunder, fell
ream on mighty ream. The typewriters
clicked blank verse. The dispatches
began to come in rhyme or rhythm.
The stairs were dented with the feet
OF poets full Of feet. And election day
more than two months and half away!
StiR the poets are happy. They have
cleansed their bosoms Of the perilous
stuff. They are relieved. They are
contributing generously to the postal
revenues. Why should it be any trouble
for us to show goods?
Out Of thousands of samples only
few can be given. In justice to Judge
PARKER, whom the Democratic poets
have been a li.tle slow in hymning, not
wishing, perhaps, to compete with the
Enraptured Mugwump Of the Evening
Posi, we shall give more Parker psalms
than Roosevelt psalms. Yet the best
number on the programme is Populist
lyric addressed to the Hon. Tom WATSON
of Thomson, Ga, with incidental mention
of his companion in glery:
Right TON. bngh, TON. always full Of night To,r,
True CoM WATSON Of the big hgonse poll:
Btte TON, snnlte TON. bully for the hight ToMl
Tho people arc with you. you osnbet your soul;
For WATSON and TIBBIHs. you ca stake Jour
soul. JoEx Johnson.
-Mmpr EYE. Minn."
Mr.. TUDOR THoRNprKE Of Boston, an
anti-imperialist Of some local dstinc-
ton in Kilby street, we believe, Mas
built this lofty rhyme:
there's Joy In the soft brown faces
In the islands Of tho seas:
No more they are subject races.
To COVER at q despots knees:
30, rse my brothers. rise With your boios and
snickersnees
Rights ence moro ascendant:
You shall be independent.
1cu snuu hoNo gui'es s<ao 40" ANpoise 'sAo eosso
and counsel fees"
From the Back Bay to Hellpit Hole,
Mon, is a good long jump, but it's well
to make it. Mr.. TUDOR THoRNDIKE
has good blood in his veins, no doubt,
but not in his poetic vein. Here blows
q breeze from jim MALONE:
American. German. Italian. ceit,
Norwegsns, and the Banana Belt.
All the westeners. you bet your pelt
Arc going red-hot for Roossvnr.-
B. p Of Brooklyn, a conscientious
wrestler with verbal difficulties, Is the
next subject:
up and away. boyA play. boys, play. boys;
For PARKuR and DAVE work and shout all day,
boys;
PARxEa. the jurist.
Is our safest and surest.
So, hussa and hooray for him and aAssAwAr.-
DR.. SWALLOW gets single song. Arc
the campaign poets 80 convivial7
Now. come and q, King ALCOHOL put In deadly
Cut him out,
OF Banops keeping grosgenes we'rs getting very
sick
Out EN- QUIT
Down with the cursed hen-drus. down With tAs
Demon Rum.
Cut II Quit
Down with old sATAHs gin minis and put them on
tho bum.
Cut EN- outi
For SWALLOW and Temperance. arise. ~ mn.
Nons nse
Perish the Rum Power and long live the Dys
Away With Rum. put It on tho bum.
Out II out: vote It outi-
This anonymous song, sent from York,
Pa, has more merit Of a rough sort than
it's brethren. The most curious piece
in the collection is sent from Elmira,
and signed plain Dealer:
You foul calum uiators assal him II ye WILL
Spit out your venom at him. insult him to your nl
He Is our honored chieftain, our real leader. STILL
Our Warwick. President maker. long headed
DAVID HILL"
Is this writ sarcastical?