The Somerset reporter., 1907-10-10


Sometimes bent pins for hooks.
We had napes and fms in winter,
As also, tongues and sounds.
And we used the skin oil goldfish
Tos tile the coffee grounds.
We dug up clans for chowder,
We caught Holsters in the pot,
And we always ted the truth about
The mackerel we caught.
We could build a ship and sail it,
To the World the truth was plain
That the la, who beat the Shamrock,
Were crew of lads from Main,
When the SHOWS of early winter,
Settled down upon the land,
Huskings, paring-oees and cuttings,
sings and spelling sch, OILS were planned.
And when we had a party
There was not vacant chair.
And what now would not be proper,
Every chair would hold pair.
1t maybe that time has blunted
OuI sense OF taste and smell
Dulled both our sight and hearing
And all Our senses as well.
For the roses don look so rosy.
And the music don tickle our heels,
The same as it did you remember,
When we danced the horr-pipts and
reels.
When YOU talk about your singers.
Our Nordica can hold her own,
With any of the wabbers
The World has ever known
And when you speak Of statesmen,
III Just mention Reed and Blaine,
Dingey. Frye and Littletield,
All raised in good old Maine.
Our politics then were different
From the new California plan
The man dent seek for Office
The office would seek FOR the man.
And when his term would be over
We found on Looking around
He quit as poor as his neighbors
Ano the people would still own the
town.
We didn have strikes and boyc It's
Those pests OF late immigration
That anarchists bring to this country.
To deadly foes of our Nation.
Our Fore Fathers erred I'm a.thinking,
In extending welcoming hand.
To the ignorant dregs all nations
" bich now overtlows our fair land.
II the troublesome food keeps a-coming
This rabble from over the sea,
Who can predict for the future
What our language and color will be.
An American soon will be posing
In some curiousity show,
Grabbing the peanuts and candy,
That Dagoes and Japanese throw.
To US yankees with azure hued stomachs
Its bitter and nauseous pill
To think that the blood OF our heroes
Way back to old Bunker Hill,
Has enriched the fair soil OF this Country,
For the good of Humanity's foes
" no murder such men as Mckinley.
For what reason, the Lord only knows.
Some say Il e new generation
The sons of our foreigners here,
Will be true to our flag and country
That from them we h 1--we nothing to
fear.
In speaking of this generation,
There's many praiseworthy son,
For m raj and physical merit
I'll bet on the girls two to one.
The bulwark behind which this nation,
Mus be sheltered from every foe,
Is the school and American children
This is meant for our women, you
know
But, our modern, competitive living
Makes a slave of mother We hear,
It's true. but to make silk purse
You never should use sow's ear.
They deal at the handiest place,
1t makes no difference notice
AS to color. religion or race.
Foreigners stand by each other
In politics and in trade
To suggest this course to our people
Is wasting advise | m afraid.
The soil of Maine is quite rocky,
It's winters are long and cold,
They raise the hest babies and apples
Sell their rocks and ice for gold.
Our San Francisco officials
May sometime perspre and complain
And be glad to change the r climate
For the snow and ice Of old Maine.
I've often heard the ext ression,
From pet pie whoes names | Withhold,
That Names only ut to hail from.
Because it is rocky and cold.
But I'd rather live on an iceberg,
With its people in the Hereafter,
Than dwell in the City Celestial,
With blood thirsty striker and CRATER.
E. II. BLACK.