The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1907-02-22
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topQaag wAa fead at . 4iaokeg rendered sAs hardware
meats association - The Commercial clup OF Mitchell.
Meaeesaa, evening tse i5 aud u here pfla,sd fos ,as
nrst time
fhts IS tho houoe that Jaek bulIt
ihp catalogue Aouae taat Jack built
This is tile building stately and grand.
In the wiudl ettl 6> lake breeze fanuea
Whose spre is talest ia all the land.
Who're men st around With Smiles so bland.
Md RAKE in the cash to beat the band,
From the wAy tarmer's horny hand,
As they sit in the house that Jack built.
This is the farmer with hands OF horn,
Who rises early in the morn,
And has had to work since he was born.
He SONS his wheat and plants his corn,
Md stops when he hears the dinner horn,
He stores his crop in the old red barn,
And buys from the house that Jack built.
This is the dealer all forlorn,
Who finds himself of business shorn;
Who opens his store in the early morn,
Only to meet the peoples scorn,
And sits all day to brood and mourn,
And rue the day that he was born,
On account of the house that Jack built.
This is the town, the dealers town =
This is the place With its buildings brown,
Weather-beaten anG tumble-down,
Where the merchant sits and rubs his crown,
And curses the sharks that have got him down
The sharks of the house that Jack built.
And here in this town so fast asleep,
Here is the depot, long and deep H.,
Filled with the goods piled heap on heap,
From the Windy City bought SO cheap
And farmers who SOW, and farmers who reap.
From the bottom lands and the hillsides steep,
From every direction flock like sheep, - S,
And the way they are heceed would make you weep
Fleeced by the house that Jack built.
Wake up, Mr.. Dealer, in Heavens name
To sit there brooding, it is a shame;a
There is nobody but yourself to blame. n
Can you not see that your system is lance.
Can Won not Sp have haan too tamap
Show those catalogue people that you are game
Go after the house that Jack built.
Stop your brooding and cease your signs,
lis the smiling hustler who wins the prize,
And if in your business you wish to rise,
To a few good points let me put you wise.
There is luck for every man who tries
Molasses, not vinegar, catches flies
And it always pays to advertise.
Go after the house that Jack built.
Can you not see you have been an ass?
Wash your windows and polish your brass.
Aud put everything in shape frst-class.
Then place in your cases of shining glass
Things to attract the crowds that pass,
Away from the house that Jack built.
Wake up Bin Jones old printing press;
Give him the thoughts you wish to express,
In figures cold, but nevertheless,
In figures so plain that a glance will impress,
And show the people the usefulness
OF the catalogue house and all its mess,
When at home they get more and pay out less,
You will soon have the catalogue house In distress
Keep after the house that Jack built.
Have your Uncle Sans delivery men,
Whose wagons are running from end to end
OF the county in which your time you spend,
Carry your greetings to foe and friend,
OF goods and prices you recommend
And if to this work true spirit you lend,
You will realize soon a dividend,
And laugh at the house that Jack built.
And the catalogue house when it's bluff you call,
Will reel like a schooner in a squall,
And the lights will grow dim in its steeple tall,
And gloom will hang over it like a pail.
And soon on its brazen and barren wall,
Will appear the handwriting in Fate's bold scrawl,
This building for rent" the end of it all
The end of the house that Jack built.
Then the dealer no more will sit forlorn
In his silent store of business shorn,
And the honest farmer with hands of horn,
Who sows his wheat and plants his corn,
And stores his crop in the old red barn,
When he comes to town in the early morn,
Will drop in, as sure as you are born,
Forgetting the house that Jack built.
You will meet him with smiles and never a frown,
And he will dive into his jeans so brown,
Draw out a big order and pay cash down.
Things will liven up in the good old town,
With hustle and hustle all around,
And where now stand the buildings so tumble-dovni