The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1910-11-03
ANOTHER LOCAL LYRIC

ANOTHER LOCAL LYRIC.
With interest we read the poem, all true,
Called Local Lyric" and we very well knew
1t would bring forth voley from the othe,
side
That would stretch over lands both long and
wide,
And we guessed Alright, for an Editor" bold.
With spurs of BRASS (instead of gold)
When his bead-like eyes lit on that poem
1t set the bad blood. in his veins a'goin
He scratched his head, where the hair won't
/ grow,
Said he to himself, to the people I'll show
I've never been "downed" since my career
! begun,
! Not since on the streets milk-cart run.
Or pressed "medder" hay and boarded around
And expounded the Gospel on Church of God
camp ground.
Now a person he knew who writes poetry in
prose,
And he had to have help, everyone knows.
he said to this person, Well make up rhyme
That will take "frst prize"
For the smallest of truths and biggest Of lies.
Well, it filled two columns, of his non partisan
That is made up each week of "hot air and
vapor."
One plainly can tell the way it all runs,
The "jingles" were gathered from dangling
tongues"
We have known the editor" since child in
| school.
His motto has always been. ruin and rule"
He berates the living, and also the dead,
Spares not the young, nor the old with hoary
! head.
His schemes, have been many, and of the
blacklist hue,
Some of which to print it would not do.
He plays well his cards and wins the game
And still walks the streets without blush of
| shame.
/ He looks at his victims with sly, cunning,
wink,
Much as to say, you had the experience
But got the chink.
We remember, one time, Then he preached
about,
He needed coat, but money he was without,
So his brethren good took up collection
They bought the coat without any reflection
We do not know the cloth of the coat,
But we know when he wore it twas lined
with a goat.
We know the man in the little cot,
And know his wife who shares mis- lot.
We remember well when the place they
bought,
And at that time they little thought,
They'd be imposed upon by political clique
Who would send men there with shovel and
pick
To tear up their lawn no questions asked,
But such vote was taken and by the council
passed.
through,
(And who wouldn't wonder)
They stopped right away, what else could they
do?
(But were "madder" than thunder)
Then they made up story that was wholly
untrue,
Said if the owner'd kept still and the crew
he'd not bothered
The ditch would have been all nicely covered
They must have forgotten that two days be-
The ditch was torn out, by five men, or more
The rocks carted away, load after load
And dumped off, down by the side Of the road
That very same day one man went to the door
Said the ditch was to be left open,
'Twould be covered no more.
He thought it all wrong to do it that way,
But that twas SO ordered and they must obey
The stories and tricks of these fellows we
Would puzzle the composer of "The Devils
Dream"
If some of the people who watch out at night
And skulk behind bushes to keep out of sight
Would just tell the truth about the rocks in
i the drain
claim.
How, in one of the driveways, horse broke
through
He fell on his knees, and tore off shoe,
The driver Immediately did complain,
And the owner tried to fix the same,
He pried on the rocks, and lot caved in
Then stake was stuck down for a long time
when
The hole was fixed by the city's men,
Yes, and we know the man that Is called
hog,
: He lives down across, from the watery bog,
He's very good fellow, when money he'll
, loan
J Or do others favors not far from his home,
He has on his books big, long standing bill
Against a man, who once moved to Chicago
!, ILL.,,
) But was driven away from even that wicke
. city,
And came back to Belfast, OH what a pity.
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