The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1908-10-23
BRYAN'S SOLILOOUY.
BY GEO. W. CANNADY. of Ovid. Colorado.
some men are born great.
Some attain to greatness
And some have greatness thrust
upon them"

Pm not sure which of the three l am,
But, if every mans born political
sham,
Then I'll claim to be the first of the
Since of late full precedence best sat-
isles me.
Pm forty years old and six feet tall,
And all done growing unless it's my
gall.
l can feel that organ abnormally swell
With even my lightcst political spell.
lu's not always clear seeing just what
to do,
For my l6 to ! is no longer new,
And the whole convention felt it untrue
When they wanted to choke off my is
land forever deprive me the unbound
ed fun
OF the richest political yarn ever spun. J
With full new list of political tricks
Thus stamping US liars Of '96.
Though I've lauded my sophistries to
the skies
Till I've privileged poor fools to write
even good lies,
| keep charging the ear with my l6 to
While | half quote Lincoln on the run
Or hide in the shade of jefferson.
I'm titled: | was a colonel bold.
(My running mate was ''knight" of
old.)
I'd better breathe this last very low
For 'twere better now it had never
been So.
But forever my name IN a lover of
fame)
I'll cndeavor to read through faint
hope just the same.
With my hand on the head of the jacket
that growls,
I've got good cinch on the mob that
, howl..
| For my talk on our course in the Phil
\ ippnes
Still t:cklcs the ears of perpetual
l whines,
And I've preached of excessive soldiery
/ And fooled with the thoughts of dis
/ loyalty
Till | feel half willed if they but elect
To snatch 'Old Glory" from the "Isles
Of the sea-
Though | shy that dark way of the
| solid south,
On everything else Pm "a man or a
mouth?'
And | can't close the latter so long as
I've breath
Though 1 talk myself on to political
death.
So III ply the lash hard while have
the chance
To ma ke NY pop whistle-ry demo-
crat dance.
Without logical reason, yet brilliants
the swing
OF the tongue of ''the cyclone''-natc
become king.
There's the German vote, G'm cum
ming old elf.)
When ptied the Beers it was all for
myself,
But leaned SO hard on my own pre-
tense,
| forgot they were men of intelligence
AS well as of sound political sense.
If I'd only deplored the mistakes that
had been
With true sorrow for Kruger and Eng
lands great Queen,
| might have today the political help
OF those whose hearts dub me "politi-
cal whclp;"
Or if not their franchise with strength
to elect,
Then what ought to be better by far
their respect
Still darker my fortunes beginning to
Since Co. Roosevelt, that soldierly
clown,
Has ridden trough -shod' through my
own Lincoln town,
And our issues $50 called) seem like so
many toys
To be played with alone for the sake
Of ''the boys"
With "inspection" Of weapons not
one of them liked.
My 16 to l gun! alas.! she is spiked
My "free silver" rattle has become
''old"
With four years of proof that it's
"glitter's not gold"
The music is dying from 'Imperial"
song
Once more self-asservive-the mind of
the throng.
The "head' Of the army's gone over
the hill
Away from our clamor to quietly drill
The political sports got hand in the
fun,
And tho f5ic ctaE,l - y