Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1911-02-24
THE DOKIE TIGER

The Dokie Tiger came to town
Last Saturday, and as OF yore,
He Toasted upon the Tyros
AS he had never Toasted before.
The Tyros came in one at time
To view with fear and awe
The Hot Sands journey before
them
And the Tigers awful nav.
AS they passed the ferocious beast
The look on his face grew to pleas
ure
AS he thought how he would clean
the bunch
And do it at his leisure.
Jumbo" was captured, so they say,
On the Washington State College
campus
One morn at the break of day.
The Tiger had it framed for him
And there would have been a rum
pus,
But jun" reached town little late
And when he heard the below
He looked up at the stars you see
And developed streak of yellow.
Our friend, Smoke House Cannon,
Brave, bold and fierce to see,
Went over the sands without dying,
And now is as pleased as can be.
This same friend, Smoke House Gan
non,
Is the boy who sells cheroots.
The Dokies don't blow their horns
now,
For Smoke toots all the toots.
When Clark of the family of Nye APP
peared
The Tiger was not so frail;
Nye though it to be the safest end
SO he grabbed the Tigers tail
The tearing, growing and roaring,
N.Y. his was a terrible plight,
And Nye will never be the same
again
Till he gets over his awful fright.
That printer, Whoa! Maud Talmage,
Who promised his wife SO sure
TO come home whole in body and
soul
Had an awful lot to endure,
When Purucker, he of the merry
Ha! Ha!
Faced the tiger the beast still was
slim.
Herman had been stringing wires all
his life
SO the tiger proceeded to string him.
Then came Postoffice Vern Foster,
Reputed a lady killer;
The Tiger gave one look of disgust;
10,
You all know Ira Henshaw,
Who in his time many beeyes has
slain;
The Tiger feared him not a bit,
And soon with the rest he was lain.
Right in the midst of the journey
Was found a big sand hill;
The only man who failed at it
Was Lunch Counter Massengill
Oh! you Kruegal, Urquhart, Keaton,
Elliot, Campbell and Dahmes;
Romic, you of Moscow,
And others of dignified names,
What that Tiger did to you
! Was certainly an awful shame;
| The English lauguge can't express it;
| For it there is no name.
Prof. Xix was aWfully worried
About who'd lick his kids
When the Tiger with him had fin
ished
And under him had put the skids.
Corbett, whose great ambition
Is to make good with some little girl,
! Came in and met the Tiger
! And took on a fierce old whirl
So when the story's finished
! The story of the DOkie Tiger,
! It's the story of the maiden fair
| Who lived on the River Niger.
The rhyme goes that this maid from
Niger
| Went out for a ride on a tiger
| When they came back from the ride
! The maid was inside
And there was smile on the face of
the Tiger.
This story would not be complete
Nor Joe Dew rightly serve
If it didn't say he would have joined
But didn't have the nerve.
My, how the Tiger grumbled,
With ferocious mein and roar,
When he found that the faithful had
failed him;
! He was thirsting for Joe Dew's gore
Let's say at the end of this bunch of
CUFF
That without a dying moan
The step high artists of Pullman
TO goodly numbers have grown.
So if any there be in Pullman
Who would like to be one of the boys
Just join the Knights of Pythias
! And you are eligible for all the Joys.
/ Il MlI Ply OF rrLCND