The Montgomery advertiser. [volume] (Montgomery, Ala.) 1885-1982, 1909-11-14
THE ANTICS OF THAT CoMER-MAN

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And II make the story short the theme
will hold you long;
There is a man In our town OF whom
the world might say
A most ungodly race he can since first
he held full sway.
Caprice has played the strangest freaks
since first the years began
But all her freaks she's centralized In
this strange Conner man.
Now. in this town some dogs are found
(and many such there BED
Staunch Democrats and good Repubs--
some high. some low. degree.
At first this man and dogs were
friends. but when the fight began
The dogs, rebelling at his terms, got
mad and bit the man.
He'd wounded them both sore and sad
and given them the lie.
And while he swore the dogs were mad
they swore the man should die.
He'd promised this and promised that.
and naught of all did do:
He use the State funds Jelks had saved,
and still his avarice grew.
We were a million to the good-he's
put the State In debt,
A million and a half or more, he's got
us going yet.
He called the Solons of the State to
gather in conclave.
And worked the rabbits foot on them
as certain as the grave.
The men elected by our votes to make
the laws for us.
Are merely puppets in his hands and
don't seem worth cuss.
He's jeopardized Democracy until it's
but a name.
Subserved our State rights to his fads,
and we must bear the shame.
His legislative orgies for the past four
years disgrace
Our State; and 1t will take us years the
stigma to erase.
The craziest bills e'er passed on earth
are foisted on this State:
The Fuller and Carmichael bills-I tel
you they are great!
This State wide prohibition was Bit
ter, bitter pill,
We choked and strangled over it;--by
Nedsi We taste it still.
Somehow, in spite of all THEY say,
somewhere there's some big leak
Or else 1t would not be approved by
Conner. our STATE FREAK.
And now. comes this amendment dose.
we've got to swallow that:
It reaches us, 1t tears QUIZ hearts-but
sg QomePis at the bats
1t was Machiayeliamt thought CHS
treachery mark you well),
1Adl AOfCcS THIS c16CLIOu III an OIL year,
Truth to tell
He knew beyond shade of doubt that
hundreds are declared
From, voting-No. poll taxes. paid. He
played the winning card:
The word of Shakespeare, Milton, Ju-
venal-are all too few
The scatbing words of Brann or Reed
will not express our view
OF what we think and how we feel
toward this amendment row:
Our State is crying, Give me peace,
not agitation nowr'
Conservatism is our need; fanatics long
have played
Their Juggling tricks with bills and
laws and every trust betrayed;
Unless we shake this Conner gang. De-
And thousands of good Democrats in
self-defense be lead
To turn Republican and vote for men
that are for peace:
This Conner Octopus still gnaws our vi
tails: no surcease.
I'm all for prohibition. but the local op-
ton laws
Are all we need. I'm dead against this
wild Amendment Clause.
Our Constitution was well framed by
Worthier men than these
They gave no thought to gain for self !;
they'd no Big Boss to please.
Let not these wild fanatics rise and
rule our State: we gain
No solitary thing. We lose. Why bear
the brand of Cain?
Why murder our State Rights, we ask ?
Why slaughter Liberty?
Why cruelty our helpless State? Our
fathers sought to free
Our people, not to bind them down with
drastic laws they 9aUa
Their lives, their homes, their hearts,
their all. our State to save.
Now. no such men are these today who
craftily have brought
Our politics to such a head. They've
given no smallest thought
To what our State needs; they don't
care what benefits acrue
To Alabama. No, not much. it's all for
Me. not you.
The only thought that governs them is
self-adYancement now.
And Patriot don't spell thing with
Corners gang, I'll vow.
Now, Brooksey from Ohio, seems to
hold winning hand;
Just how he butted in. and why we
cannot understand.
How can Ohio ford to lose such a re-
sourceful son?
He seems to have 1t in for booze. cor
is he out for funny
He's classy all right! He's a peach! A
Johnnie on the-spot!
But in the South his name is MUD. He
gives us all dry rot.
Our State wound seems both sore and
sad to every Christian eye
And while we swear this Corners mad
we swear our State will die.
Unless we vote TIL Amendment down
Our only hope lies there.
Get busy, menl Our States in need
she's shiyering with despair.
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