The Roswell daily record. [volume] (Roswell, N.M.) 1903-current, 1907-11-09

Boss Burse was washed like Lucy,s little lamb,
His fleece like it was made white as arctic snow
The plan to make this ram a whitewashed lamb
Was foreordained to be a dead sure go.
In Vile d. Argent a dipping vat was made,
And filed with dope, and disinfectants rare,
Ind run by old gang men who knew their trade,
And shirk the job they'd never wish or dare.
The prayer was said, the findings read,
In shame His Honor hung his head.
No word for bleeding taxpayers said,
When in did plunge the old malodrous ram.
Fall held his nose and pulled him out,
Then waved his hand and gave a shout,
Dear to all boodlers in or out
AS always, when his jaws work free
He oped his mouth, and thus said he:
Behold, my friends, this indicated ram,
His wool was black, his odor rank,
In fact they say it fairly stank.
When orders came to whitewash him,
'"Twas not for us to look within,
''Twas not ours to reason why;
"'Twas only ours to do or die
And there he stands, the wnitest lamb of all!
Long years this precedent will stand
Like a tall lighthouse on the strand.
When those who breach the public till
Have gorged themselves and got their fill,
and then are bounced by those in power,
And made disgorge the peoples dover,
"Can now invoke this new made law,
and clear themselves without a flaw.
Not only can they keep their swag,
But be adjudged another jag
From out the bleeding public purse,
"In spite of outraged aeople's curse.
The whitewashed Burse I nov present to you.
He'll give mis- thanks to US, and all the crew.
;URSE:- THANK you, kind friends. for your applause
For my escape through special laws.
But not laws alone, I'll not deny,
Gould pull me through this needles eye.
Good Stafford was my friend in need,
and Fall, ne was my friend indeed.
His Honor had a plastic mind,
And not a beam or mote could find.
81 might have safely asked for more,
But not to make the public roar,
And not to miss a vindication,
Thought I'd practice moderation
"Tn not be blamed for what l took,
But should be praised for what I shook.
MY enemies can go lowell,
"a place that always ends with ell"
Then from all the joyful crowd,
There rose a shout prolonged and loud,
And all the gangsters seemed to say,
Reform is dead, it had it's day.
We fought the brat when it was born,
Held up its friends to public scorn,
Spat lies and venom night and morn,
And killed it dead. Then let it rot,
And all its friends be damned, forgot.
1t fought us brave, and strong, and hard;
Our shins were peeled, our faces scar'd,
Our noses bled, our eyes We're red,
And we could see no hope ahead,
When we were saved by righteous Ted.
He gave reform the solar pick,
Then took reform" to preach from next.
In joy old Max began to grind his AK,
And curse the Kid for lifting up the lid,
And laying bare his public printing snax,
And other good he tried to do, and did.
Then Bull. and Wally R., and Pritch, and Lew,
Shook hands AID took a rousing drink.
Long life to us, they cried, and all the crew,
And MIN, who saved us when abodt to sink.
Then let us sing a hymn of grateful praise,
To aim who gives US life, and length of days:
Come We gangsters, once so wretched,
Now not hungry, sick nor sore;
Teddy ready stands to help you;
Take your fill and ask for more.
He is able,
He is willing, doubt no more.
Come We greedy, come and welcome,
His free bounty now adore;
Burse is now full of repentance,
Cause he didn't grab for more.
He might have had
All there was in treasured store.
Let no conscience make you linger,
That's a fake reformer's" dream;
All you need, you cunning sinners,
To raise you high in Teds esteem,
Is cheek and gall.
That's plainly said, but what We mean.
Come We sinners, joyful winners,
Whitewashed be by us and Fall.
The dipping vat was made for business,
Big enough to dip you all;
Then plunge We in,
Bull, Luell, old Max and all.
Good Lord, we close, with this our prayer devout,
Forgive us all for all our venomed fbbing,
Also this scribbling scribe for all his cribbing.
(signed) MEM