Morris tribune., 1909-03-13

playing
It's burden of trophies and heads,
We shall sigh-and gads, for good
reason,
And our eyes shall be heavy with
tears,
For there'll never be anything like it
In another ten thousand years.
The gun men shall walk by the
wagons
And utter their lusty boo-hoos,
The stork shall despair, and the
papers
Shall grieve for the passing of news
The liars shall come from their bur-
rows,
The faker shall stick out his head,
And the milksop shall venture from
hiding
And come out from under the bed.
And only the teachers shall teach us,
And only the preacher shall preach,
And no one shall mix it with evil,
And none shall put into the breach,
The tumult shall die and the shouting,
The hip and the hurrah expire,
And the gayety relished of nations
Shall be one with Gomorrah and
Tyre.
The winter shall end and the hea-
vens shall smile with the beauty of
spring. The bullfrog shall WOO in the
cleaning, and the robin shall merrily
sing. The calf shall cavort in the
pasture with bliss in the pitch of his
tail, the lark shall awake in the
morning and sing from the tip of a
rail, the wind shall disport with the
washing and popple the tails of the
shirts, and the modester maids shall
go walking with shot in the bems of
their skirts.
T. r. shall sum up in the matter of
what may remain to be done, and ev-
eryone under his orders shall work
like a son of-a-gun. A few parting
shots at the senate, liar or two for
the list, a round with the House for
the rubber, a message Or so in the
grist-and then we shall rest, and
shall need it, that seven years running
have laughed, and where we have
whooped we shall have an occasional
cackle with Taft.
And meanwhile the feet, having
girdled the earth, our more provident
men shall beg of the Slope not to
bust us with having to grid it again.
The Congress shall die, and another
shall take up it's burden of care, our
Uncle Joe Cannon shall rivet his pant
aloons into the chair, the Senate shall
utter thanksgiving that Teddy has
quit for hunt, the glowing pink side
burns of Sherman shall ravish the
view up in front, the danger of gett-
ing spanking shall perish and pass
out of mind, and Tillman shall pull
out the pillow that he has been wear
ing behind.
The ,crocus shall wake, and the red
bird
Shall whistle tu-whee and tu-whit,
The flicker shall drum on the cornice,
And the cook shall give notice and
quit.
The wild duck shall fly, and the
hunter .a
Shall wade with his middle i'm
mersed,
The pleurisy, chills and pneumonia
Shall fight over who saw him first,
And the calends of March shall re-
mind us
That Caesar was stabbed in the ides
By lot of Black Handlers and Dogoes.
Confound their contemplate hides!
Alas, for the glory of Caesar-his
notice was pinned on his door, and
when he went out he encountered a
dozen Black Handlers or more. Said
Brutus, 'sDa mun-did you fatch eet?
Said Caesar, "No breenga da mun!"
whereat by the statue of Pompey the
terrible murder was done. "The
Black Hand forever!" they shouted,
and almost whole grading crew fell
on him with flashing stilettos and cut
the great Caesar in two. Alas for the
fear of destruction that life of ex-
posure had calloused! Alas for the
gourd- colored monkeys the vessels
bring over as ballast! Alas for the
mightiest figure occurring in history's
span, but good for the fate which con-
demns them forever to sell da banan!
The fateful 18th having happened,
and spring having FURNISHED the dove
according to all the traditions, the
season shall open for love. The soul
mate shall sigh for it's fellow, the hard
hit affinity groan, the common, un-
classified lover shall bawl to call some
one his own, the young folks shall coo