The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-01-13
the Washington Post.

From the Washington Post.
 T HE passionate, warm south' ever l0 breathing of violets and jama-
 mine, waits to us the burning thoughts of Brother W. D. M. Brogan of Aberdeen, Miss, a poet whose words come automatically in rhyme and rhythm He devotes his attention to MT. Taft and the Solid South.'' and asserts that he voices the sentiments of his beloved southland in all his utterances. Prefacing his unpremeditated lay with few lines of prose-prose which Hits as lightly as yerse-Brother Brogan declares that the southland twill never surrender her he- roic ideals, inherited from a mighty past, for the sake of mere place and pelf, and through the miserable lust for gold"
 As for Taft the man, the south cher ishes warm regard for "our President elect. hurdled out of the west, with his duplicate chin and his half acre of vest, but the poet cannot share in the belief that MT. Tafts overtures will be accepted. Shall we murder principle for lust of gold?" he asks; and 1t is question to be answered. Let the republican party look to it. Shall we trample under foot the political teaching of century past, and feast upon the leeks and garlic of Eeypt?'' Another question of great pith and moment.
 Brother Brogan goes a little further in his effort to discuss in prose the busting of the solid south; but Pegasus paws impatiently, and would fly. And the sweet singer. hastily mounting. throws back in thrilling echoes these stanzas: When bedbugs in hotels are rare,
 And tadpoles can swallow live whales; When sailors forget how to swear,
 And rabbits are outrun by dead snails. When billy goats butt from the rear,
 And crocodies float in the air; When Dutchmen won't drink lager beer,
 And terrapins grow curly hair.
 When chicken feathers grow upon hogs,
 And hickory trees thrive without bark; When Thomas cats travel like frogs,
 And feas can be caught in the dark. When ward heefers quit telling lies.
 And women cease loving fine show: When Yankees won't eat pumpkin pies,
 And girls won't smile at their beau. When the mocling bird brays like the ass,
 And the bullfpog sings like the lark; When battleships sare made of thin glass,
 And society welcomes the 'stork" I,as f1 {aH
 And the polecat smells like cologne; When Jonah again swallows the whale
 And the heart of all Dixians are stone. Then our Presdent-elect, hurdled out of
 west,
 With his duplicate chin and his half-acre
 vest
 Will attain the great end of his presiden-
 tial quest;
 But let all southerners pray
 That ie'er the dawn of that day
 They'll mingle their bones with the dust
 and the clay,
 And their spirits to dwell with the blest
 Say not so, blithe bard of Aberdeen! Soothly, say not sol If you love the new President, and he loves you, is 1t not possible to arrange an armistice? What say you to an appointment as poet lau- reate of the new administration? Fla! It appeals to you? Very well! Nothing IS easier; nothing is more inevitable. Let the bard of Aberdeen run over to Augus- ta andA there, under the southern moon, warble his lays of love and languor. There will be something doing politically of butual benefit to MT. Taft and the solid south.
 President-elect Taft cannot afford to conduct an administration in the face of the opposition of the bard of Aberdeen. The bard cannot afford to remain longer ib obscurty. Let them get together, for the sake of the general welfare Then there will be no south and no north, but one devoted brotherhood. And in that