The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1910-12-01
FOR DECEMBER

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Thought to steal another one,
But when, with bacon 40 cents.
He thought upon the consequence,
And what he probably would get
In case he landed in the net,
The lawyers he would have to hire
To save him from the butchers ire,
The money Cudahy would spend
To push it to the bitter end,
The merciless concern of Swift
To see he was not set adrift,
The sum that Armour, if he fled,
Would offer for him alive or dead,
And how the unforgiving lust
For vengeance would move the trust
TO make example of him lest
Some other piper's son protest
Against pork chops at thirty flat,
And picked pigs feet selling at
Six-bits dozen, souse bit,
And sausage even close to it
When Tom considered it, in brief,
And also how much more thief
He would be this time than before,
He wisely passed the butchers door,
Rejoicing that self had stood the test,
And went on hoping for the best.
meaning ten. 1t was originally the
tenth month of the year, but owing
to the widespread unpreparedness for
Christmas it has been showed along
from time to time, until it occurs now
as far back as we have been able to
get it. Caesar, who was in the habit
of making each of his soldiers some
kind of a present, even suggested push
ing it further along still and having
about fifteen months in the year, but
the Roman merchants protested that it
was impossible to sell holiday goods
except in very cold weather, and
Brutus, Cassius and several other ROM
an business men finally stabbed him.
The custom of giving presents was
originated by the Greeks, and they had
such faculty for getting the better of
it when they exchanged presents with
anyone that the expression "Beware
of the Greeks bearing gifts' became
historic. 1t was on Christmas day
when all the Greeks were showing
what they had gotten and were laugh
ing about it that Diogenes, who made
practice of criticising the national
faults in some amusing way, set out on
his famous search for an honest man.
The Persians one time resorted to
arms in an effort to get their presents
back, but they were badly defeated at
the battle of Marathon, and no serious
attempt to get presents back has ever
been made from that time to this.
The colt will burrow in the stack,
and the festive colt will arch his back
and gamhol at fearful gait to make
his ichor circulate. The bear will
slumber in his bed and dream that
Roosevelt is dead, and the winter night
will worry through with the wolf
ki-yi-ing down the flue.
The wind will push against the door,
and our old friend Boreas will roar
and fill the winter night and fell with
samples of his college yell. The price
of eggs will feel imbued to beat the
mark for altitude, and butter win
cavort around about two miles above
the ground.
O happy man that has his hold
stocked up against the winters cold,
and has no urgent need to reck how
many storms may sweep his deck.
Who has his scuppers bulging kraut
and all things ship-shape in and out,
and all the products of his cline right
at the portfolios all the time.
o happy day that fixed our pick
upon this land aod bade US stick our
new born colors in the ground and
claim the country lying round. And
cheer, moreover, one, two, three, for
freedom Is aborigine, who did not
prove so awful stout but what we all
could throw him out
1t is the place, and no mistake, for
raising provender to bake, and giving
Christmas feast A bug or so is on
the job, and the weather frequently
plays hob, but on the whole and in
the sum ere dog,gone happy that
we come.
On the 21st of December the sun
win cross the Tropic of Capricorn,
which win give the trusts the ball on
our fve-yard line, one down to 60.
They win go over on the next play,
and Mr.. Rockefeller, who is playing
greenback for the trusts this year,
will kick goal. The feature of Christ
mas will be that Mr.. Roosevelt won t
have any. He isn't taking any chances
of Santa Claus even handing him any
thing else this year.
Our Mr.. Morgan viii revert
To hanging up his spacious shirt,
And tying up the tail to pot
Whatever Santa Claus has got
Oh woe is usl How tough it is
To hang our stockings under his!
But faith is hope, and hope is trust,
And some fine day the tail will bust.
As many things have bust before,
and bingol on the parlor floor will go
the Christmas odds and ends with
which his catch 'em-all distends. The
costly presents and the rare, and
while we all grab here and there for
each his share of it the mirth of Santa
Claus will fill the earth.
Those merry peals which rouse the
dead will wake the echoes overhead,
and laughter Favored with reproof
reverberate around the roof. He
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