The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1904-10-22
BUSTER jim AND BRONCHO
TED,

TED.
When Buster Jim was on the plains
die met with Broncho Ted;
The Tender-foot with loud acclaim
From New York, then he said:
Art thou the Indian fighter
Whose deeds the country thrilled
And ! your exploits reading,
Was with emulation filled.
Now Buster Jim, tough old cuss,
Was clad in furs and skins,
He looked at New York innocence
And thought it was sin;
That border raiding novels,
Should stir up such soul
To embark in cowboy practice,
Who, himself, could not control
Broncho Ted OWNED the thought
OF the veteran of the plains,
And to divert rebuff he brought,
These eady words to eXplain;
| am, dear sir, tender youth,
A novice at the game,
But time will ripen all young fruit
And bring it into fame,
Old Buster Jim, with heavy brow,
And wrihkled-fu ow face,
Thought, soliloquzing how,
He would come to disgrace;
If tender-foot's and IHc ra's
Were to join the fea'',.' band,
That profound feats OF bravery, as
No others in the LAID.
In stern words, uaGoHbtcl,
The veteran thus y .'pNe,
Your words, young man, are floutcd
&, these i.ual .ai,ht,
To -c5ist in your persistence,
And depart ye, from these plain,
Where the cowboys first existence
Was, and hope here to remain.
Now Broncho Ted, so it is said,
Was stubborn and self-willed,
And any thought came to his head,
Would see it was fulfilled;
But resolved he was to leave the place
For he knew his chance was slim
To reason out the weakened case
With the famous Buster Jim.
The gallant troops embarked on
board,
FOR the Dattle scene,
Remember the Maine" was encored,
In the moonlight's brilliant sheen;
The air of Dixie stirred the souls,
OF all the gallant crew,
And in pigeon wing they terpsichored
To Yankee Doodle-doo.
The heroes of the North and South,
Now shoulder to shoulder stood,
Per chance to let the last drop out,
OF their pure Caucasian blood;
To conquer or die, was the cry,
Went round from man to man,
And North and South strongly did
To lead the battle van.
The battle it was dearly bought,
Although they won the day,
The flag it floated as it ought
Ger the dead in Cuban clay;
The briny tears of former foes
Now mingled DER the graves,
And from out the heart of each there
goes,
A sigh for the American braves.
Now Buster Jim and Broncho Ted
In this drama took a part,
Honest Jim of the hoary head,
The other a knave at heart;
Whose Booker T. and Minnie c.,
Has brought on him disgrace,
That time will not eradicate
Or history efface.
Now laundering Ted of the bullet
head
Sits in the nations chair,
The assassin's hand and bullets OF
lead,
Have caused him to be there;
For the loved one of the nation,
Has gone to meet his God,
And left iii his stead, bullet head
To rule with an iron rod.
Oh! for time like eighty-four,
When Cleveland broke the ranks
And a sweeping victory did score
Ger the serried Republican pha-
lanx;
When idols fell and pets did shudder,
And Rpublicans stood aghast,
TO think that Cleveland held the
rudder,
Flying Democracy's flag on the
mast.
hen rouse we up, Columbia's Sons,
And protect your homes and wives,
our mothers, sisters and little ones,
Who would rather lose their lives;
han be approached by a bestial
brute,
Now pray who is to blame2
elf-willed Roosevelt, the galoot,
OF social equality fame.
Ie has a penchant love for cuff
Which no one can explain,
hen let us give him the rebuff.
That was given him on the plains
md vote him out, this cuffy tout.