The Democrat-sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1906-1935, 1909-02-25

On this question stated here.
"Does the conscience truly guide us?"
Always point the proper way?
Or sometimes, n sleeping watchman,
Lets the heart he led asray.
Captain Butcher and his warriors,
Archer bold and Pinnich true.
Made contention that the conscience
Does not always eschew.
Captain Ghntfleld, lion hearted,
Claimed the consclence's always right
Cant and Hatton stood behind him
Eager, waiting for the fight.
Now In the room to light the gloom
Was Il women sweet and winning,
Whose conscience always guided her
Unless when she was SHINING.
She watched the conflict rage within,
Where danger oft was brewing,
And though her face was blanching white
She never stopped her chewing,
twith apologies.
Each side was armed with banners gay,
And each, with fuses lighted,
Awaited for the opening fray
With not n soldier frighted.
Before the carnage had begun
twas found n soldier Ii ad deserted,
And dire confusion ragged within
The ranks that now were disconnected,
A cry of deep distress arose
From Chatlled, Cant and others,
And volunteers were henceforth called
To aid the doughty brothers.
Now on the scene came rushing fourth
A man with stature mighty;
And though his frame was large and
strong
His arguments were rather tllghty,
The battle ragged for nigh two houses,
A conflict sanguinary;
With words for swords and bibles too,
And Webster's Dictionary.
The fight begun and Chatteld first
Threw down the gage OF battle,
And shouting out "Jehosephat,
He tried his foes to rattle.
But Pinnich with his weapons keen
AS conscience shaped by education.
Spread dire dismay among the ranks
ToChattleld's consternatson,
Tho Cant came bounding from his lair,
Intent to make things slzzle,
His blunderbus would raise no fuss.
But only make fizzle.
Now Archer with n paradise,
And harem full of Overlooking,
Game on the scene with conscience clean
And set the breeZes blowing.
He thrust his sword right through Gant's
heart,
And laid his conscience bare;
And then twas seen that portly frame
Was filled with naught but air
Then Private Harsh with dog and club
Rushed In to save the day;
And wildly swinging hands and feet
Was quickly slowed away.
Now Butcher finished up the fray
And tore from or the donkey braying
The lion skin that oft before
Had SET his foes to praying.
But Chatfleld calling on the Gods,
Shakespeare and Noah Webster
Made one last desperate sally forth,
Which ended In disaster.
But lighting still and shouting "prunes'
He fell where Cant was lying;
And murmured as they bore him on,
"Jehosephat, I'm dying"
The battle smoke now cleared away,
And nothing left to fear,
our Captain called his warriors names
And each responded Here"
The vict0rs shouted loud and long
And threw their cages down
And sent challenge forth toall
In country side and town,
Then Captain Butcher rose and said
While many gentle heart was signing
Don't cheer again, my gallant men
Poor deyilsl they are dying
They were our foes, but now In peace
Tread softly round the bier;
And for the sake of Aud Lang Syne
Let's drop II mournful tear,
''They fought right welland calamity
And now beneath the clods
Wen sadly lay them down to sleep,
And leave them with their Gods"