Polk County observer. (Monmouth, Polk County, Or.) 1888-1927, 1910-12-20
The CARNIVAL.
BY Dean Collins. )

gold ".
Rest assured it will all be we'll;
Thou art buying in in a merry sell,
And who hangs out from the popular
call,
And he who fails in the line to fall .
With the lure of the Indoor Carnival,
Let him be canned
From our merry band,
And held pilSer by one and all.
(Chorus, outside the various shows,
OF spielers hoarse
Who are out in force
To catch the crowd as it GIBBS and
fiows:)
Wonderful! Strange! Mysterious
Marvelous Multitudinousl
Right this way
To watch them play
Beasts of the forests of Africay!
Mzumpsa! Mzumpsa! Right in herel
Just from the wilds of the jungles
drear
Scene that allures, enchains, enchants,
Don't fail to see the Radium Dance!
Fortunes told
BY the sybil old
Zallah, the Great! Told while you watt
You knew twas graft;
But you only laughed,
And every time
You dug for the dime!
What does one care, though everyone
He's stung by fake that would crink-
They know all right that the cause is
good,
So they slip inside
Through the portals wide
And the spieler keeps on saving wood.
popular song, to popular air,
To be sung by every fellow there:)
Come along my honey,
Come, don't be so slow!
Let's beat it to the cave
Where the wild winds rave,
For there I'm longing, longing just to
go!
Let us wander round and round,
Several fathoms under ground.
In the cave where the wild winds
rave"
Come along, my honey!
Gee, but ain't it dark!
Alas, / am forlorni
Someone's standing on my corn!
oh, sweetheart. tell me, isn't this a
lark?
And darling, by the by,
is that your hatpin in my eye?
I can feel, but can't distinguish In the
dark"
Come along my honey!
Spectres squeak and skirl;
But darling, just be brave.
Hold my hand here In the
cave,
And wen soon be safely out of all this
whirl.
It is really quite joke.
Here we are now--Holy
smoke!
Who are you, madam? You are not my
girl"
Some will finger wonderingly
TO list to the Minstrel melody;
(Hark to the "barber-shop" chord
they sing,
AS they beat the boards with buck ana
wing;)
While others beat it away eftsoon
To the Rocky Mountains best saloon,
Where merrily glass and beer-mug
And hard-looking bartenders draw soft
drinks.
Let us merry, merry be,
But be careful in your sport,
Or you'll surely be jerked up
To Judge Bridlegoose's court!
Neither age, neither youth,
Can escape the slithy sleuth,
or the big and burly bull"
or the prowling constable,
Who will seize you from the rear
And refuse to turn you loose,
But will drag you, full of fear,
To the court of Bridlegoose.
so dig, dig, dig,
Before the august wig!
You're a felon, you're villain,
Be you willin' or unwillin!
Don't detain the waiting line
Ante up and pay your hne!
other men must take your places;
There are scores of other cases!
So YOU take the friendly gaff,
Join the crowds HOmeric laugn.
Why should anyone get hot?
Shy a shekel in the pot;
For resistance there's no use
In the court of Brldlegoose.
And over the whole thing, pun on pun,
Confettii Confetti! Confound the stun
In ears and eyes, In nose and throat
Everyone in the selfsafne boat:
Torture worse than the ancient rack,
AS II tickles merrily down your back,
Ont of reach of the clawing hand
Between your shoestrings and collar
band.
But there-there, there!
Forget to swear!
without confetti, don't you see,
How could a carnival ever beY
And so the evening has sped away
As we paid-and, sooth, we were glad
to pay
So far from the madding crowd we
part,
Light of pocket and lighter OF heart,
While in the distance melts away
The spieler's bark and the Dutch
bands bray.
With life and merriment brimming
full
Say, twas a bully Carnivall