Mountain Home maverick. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1906-1911, 1908-08-27

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The sentiment Ted
Has so OTTER avowed"-
And he bowed.
81 suppose ventured TAFT
With smile that was sweet,
''You have lust made record
That I've got to beat
Very neat.
'sWhy no." Bryan laughed,
IL have records for two;
You may make one yourself
If you wish so to do
After you.'
But Taft waved his hand
With a show of suspicion,
And said, 81 am not
A machine politician
Intcrmission.
In the old Roman calendar Sep
tcbmer was the seventh month OF
the year. This brought Labor
Day around in the heat of the sum-
mer. All the unions said it was
too hot to march far enough to
make any impression on capital.
Like every other politician. Numa
was afraid of the labor vote, so he
pushed September along to the
ninth place in the calendar and had
Labor Day fall on the first day of
Autumn. The unions were thus
enabled to march twice as far, and
Numa had to refuse a third term.
The old school bell will toll the
kncll OF youthful summer joys, and
the girls will meekly get in line,
together with some bows; but the
gamer Youngsters will hide out a
few days in dissent, and later on
the last one IN will ron for presi-
dent.
The summer girl will get her
coat and Merry Widow hat, and
journey homeward from the sea
uncertain where she's at; but the
widow easily caressed because she
stuck to toques, will bring molly
coddle home and show it to the
folks.
The tourists who have been
abroad on fashionable trips, will
homeward wend with hotel tags
stuck all around their grips; and
thronging in their wake will come
a never-ending flow of busted i'm
migrants to see where they got all
the dough.
September is when the autumnal
equinox the mosquito out. This
occurs on the s2nd, when the sun
goes over the equator for touch
down on the icecream gigglery and
summer underwear. The coal man
will kick goal and Mr.. Roosevelt,
leaving Sycamore Hill, will turn t J.,
Washington and the serious BUSH
ness of loading me more shells
for lions.
The cooler air will stimulate
The Presidential race,
And everybody will hit up
A little faster pace.
The smiling entry from the Platte
Will put up clouds of dust,
And the rolypoly man will run
Till he is like TO bust.
And Teddy meanwhile will OBJ
serve the contest throuhg his glass,
and stick around the half-mile post
unit II the runners pass; and if he
fears the Platte will win the high
est priced of boons, he'll laugh and
whistle up a few old reassuring
tunes, and toss big fat bumblebee
in Taft's back pantaloons.
And then there will be doings on
this none too stable earth, and
every Democrat will get his cam
paign dollars worth; the Hisgens,
Debs, and all of that inconsequen-
tiai fry, will duck into the weeds
and watch the big event go by; and
the Taft men, looking on the while
the fireworks pop and sizz, will
hold on tightly and inquire, (which
cloud OF dust is his
The touch of Fall will make the
ripe
And falling acorn thud,
And the crawfish will throw up
his tail
And burrow in the mud;
The dread mosquito win depart
From this terrestrial scene,
But he'll ole, as well becomes
the brave
With his face against the screen.
And then the fall enlivsned colt
will frolic on the hill, and the rail-
roads will return the folks they
t2upd too tough to kill; the fat and
plutocrat will close his summei
and the candidate will mount