Morgan County republican. (Versailles, Mo.) 1906-1914, 1910-03-24
The SONG of the Bar Room.
men liauNrxs, Fi7umnsi

.cainty that yon'll ever know. Come!
eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow
you die!
The chains Of 'Self-res;raint are CALLING
throw them off! The burden Of duty
j., yiirvous-hing it down! The cross of
responsibility is crushing-iet another
bear II! ,
Live for yourself: live for the now:
live for the lust Of living.
Drink! aud forget dull care. Drink
and ease the heart-achc. Drink! and
down the passion for the unattainable.
-Sb1 hoW 4Stn are drawn TO me! My
lights blaze 4 brilliant welcome: | am
!Irver too hot or too cold. Mirrored
VANITY sinirks in my gilded relcctors;
and no ope ~ i'll at ease i'll my l'ree.for-
all Club. No sllrewish wife can tongue
lash yop here. nc peevish child annoy
you Yila '.ls CRIES. Leave to them the
u~9lincss Of your baggard home, and
[Oulc unto I'VE for comfort. Theirs, the
Jr.titi sud the gloom and the squalor-
y'di'aN'iN ~ u AAAtA hAiN hloN III llC
JOY.
,Clipk your glasses, men! Drink again
"%'le,e's hoping" lis we'll TO toast her
here, where begins tn. trail to the grave
of Hope. BE jolly; let the place ring
with laughter; relate the newest story
She story lllAt matches The nude picture
on the wall.
What's that? A dispute, angry oa,is.
a v.oicnt QiArre., the crash ot overturned
chairs, the CLEAN Of steel, the fash of
guns, the stream vi life. blood, the groans
!f Gyiug uieu'
oh well, it might have happened any.
where. The hearts OF mother, and faith
&rs, J wrtpch with pain: the souls nj
&"ives, ] nafken III ~ / srnitc the
mansion, and there are wounds tia, gold
canno, >alve: the hut | invade, and poy.
frty sinks into deeper pits.
l sow and | Till and reap where | SOW,
and my harvest-is whatf
Men SO bruta',zed that ali Of humanity
is lost save lne pay slclal share-nen
GeekiDg with moral filth, stony vi heart,
Destial i'll vice men WHO AA4; t.le i,....!c
of God with a wrathful stare, or a hurst
All seorniul D.I., ia, u.rn who listen to thv
death rattle Of any victim of their greed
or their lnsts without q sign OF pity.
Ana "so.n4l, to@! How can | fifty
sing Of he woman of my harvest time:
Did you ever hear her laugh? Ii mus, he
the f~avorite music Of lie damned. Did
ton ever hear her ribald talk? The VERY
sewers might shrink at bearing it away.
Have you ever heard her libidlnors
songs Did Won ever watch her ewes
&'.osc dl..A"t, knocking, hopeless, shame.
less eyes?
What warriors have 7 not vanqui>licl?
Wi:ai statesnen lnv" | laid low! How
s"snN ) R2rrs and Poe have no.
dragged down from ethereal heights?
Ho" many q Sidney Carton have I not
lnnie /" weep Tor a wasted l,f,' How
many times have ! caused the ermime to
De drawn through tie mul?
Strong AN l-irr.oistibiy strong.
Samson like, I STRAW at tbe fornGa.
''"ns of character; ard they come looa,-
ling down, in irremediahle ~yuin-vhilr
escape. I am the cancer, beautiful 10
behold. and eating my re,no,selesS s,y
into the vi;als of the world. I am the
g'esti'snce, stalking my victims to the
cottage ioor and TO the palace gate. No
I'spsttor Of persons, l gloat over richly
gt:, I'd victim no more than over the
man o. tLc blouse.
The Chur, HI empty it; the Jail, ]
I'LL i; the gallows, ! feed it. From me
and my blazing lights, run straight the
dark roads to The sluns, to the prisons,
~ the bread lines, TO the mad house, TO
the pn,.ers Field.
undo the work OF The school. cut
the ground from under law and order.
I'm the seed'bed Of poverty. vice and
CRIME. I'm the leper who buys ,o,erar
ton, ami VINO has not 10 CT "uncleap' o
I'm tie LICENSED alto sin. buy from
the state the right to lay dynamite VII.
der is !ornda y For a price, they
give NE Bawcr to nvl!,fy the work of
gae &, s!.-;s, Magistrates and rulers. For
y hnrI5J. 81 I5l'. atm granted letters
81 mnr9re - r.! every hauan sea and
prs; stCp It's lie i,s,,e.
huge battle ships they build, cssinp
tb.m t,!ply with hardened steel; and