Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1909-12-09
IRONTON. MO. THURSDAY. DECEMBER 9. 1909.
LAUS KNOCKERS!


The knocker has lived since the world it began,
In every cline and in every nation.
He knocks and he knocks, and full many plan
Upses of the planners creation.
He wants to be shown all their ins and their outs,
How planned and by whom and the reason.
In matters of State he knocks when he doubts,
Which leads him at times to high treasonl
The Christians knockers long time ago.
They knocked at the gods of the Pagan;
They knocked and they knocked till the world know
The true from the fase-God from Dagon!
The Master himself was knocker who purged
The earth of its graft and its evil;
The shortchangng priests from the temple he scouged
And named as their patron the devil!
Dispeased Galeo the who had proved
The earth was flat, bounded circle;
Who held, by the text that the round it moved,
And that to deny it must work ill.
Imprisoned for knocking was he, and reviled e'
For stating truth he'd discovered \
Concealed in fair Natures book, undefled-
No tome from old ruins recovered!
The commons of England were knockers right bodl
They knocked 'gainst the sin of oppression
Till Charles lost his throne and his head, we're told,
And then of their own took possession
Our Fathers knockers from Knockervlle straight
They knocked at King George and the Tory
With earnest endeavor for trying years eight
Now glorious in song and in story!
Had canny old Scotland had knockers galore
To knock at the great South Sea Bubble,
Ere people had ventured their provident store,
What saving of grief and of trouble!
And we'll if the sanguine, mercurial Gaul
When Laws progressivist noted
Concocted scheme to enrich and all,
Had knocked at the graft he promoted!
The wrongs and the ills to the world that known
Come not from the knocks of the knocker,
What though he expend in defense of his
The ultimate shot in his locker.
But O. of the self-seeking CRATER beware,
Who cunningly plans to deceive you!
With artful design and promises fair
He seeks of your cash to relieve you!
He blows into town, with a cheek above par,
Unwelcomed, unknown, unlimited,
His bridges behind him, his past hid afar
From questioning s'natives" benghted.
These natives he finds uncommonly "slow'
Unskled in the art of procuring
The guild of neghbor without pro quo
field to your CRATER aluring!
The CRATER the knocker abundantly hates,
And not must own, without
The buzzard and eagle never be mates,
No matter the place or the
Since grafters will graft, the knocker knock
All hail and long life to the knocker!
He has for his target carrion flock
And plenty of shot in his locker!
The parsons proclaim that cid Satan knocks, too
A knocker of souls without ceasing;
He knocks at the good, at the just and the true,
With venom and hate e'er increasing
But not at the CRATER, his pupil knocks he
pupil most apt to his teacher
He knocks at the knocker unwilling to be
The partner or dupe of his creature
Eliminate graft and the knocker will 60,
Along with his ended vocation,
For "For' and against aye together, we know,
Are bound in the plan of Creation!
All hail once again to the knocker of wrong,
Upheld be his against evil!
His armor be proof, his sinews wax strong,
In battle with Graft and the Devil! E.DA
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