Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-03-15
THE HOUND SONG.

THE HOUND SONG.
Popular Because Of the Human Inter-
est Element In II.
Some one else wants to see the fa-
nous Missouri Hound Song" Here
1t is again:
Ev'ry time come to town
The boys keep a-kickin' my dawg
aroun';
Makes no difference IL he IS houn'-
They gotta quit kickin' my dawg
aroun'!
Every time I go to school
The teacher lams me with a rule;
Makes no difference IL ! am fool,
She's got a-quit lammin' me with a
rule.
Sift the meal an save the bran,
You can't grow taters in sandy LAM
Makes no difference II he Is a houn',
You got a-quk kickin' my dawg
aroun'.
My dawg Drum Is a good OF houn',
Trails the 'possum on the dryest
ground.
Makes no difference If he is a houn',
You got a-quit kickin' my dawg
aroun'.
The most talked-of piece Of litera-
ture today Is the "Houn' Song; which
has It's origin and greatest popularity
in the state Of Missouri. Though dog
gerel, and hound doggerel at that 1t
has touched chord in the heart Of the
people,. because Of the fact that 1t Is q
genuine human interest story" ap-
pealing to universal experience and
worldwide sympathy.
What more familiar or more human
than the feller who comes to town"
with his dog following him-the dog.
mans best beloved and most faithful
and devoted friend. DR.. Orr, the evan
gelist said In a sermon in Newberry
last summer that there comes q time
in every boys life when he loves his
dog more than he loves father and
mother and everything else in the
world besides; and this kind Of love
for the dog stays with some boys. es-
pecially with those who remain boys
in intellect even after they have reach
ed mans full stature and physical
strength. And the meaner and man.
gier and the more no-account and on
cry the dog, the greater the mutual
affection that exists between dog and
master.
have been q boy MYSELF country
boy-and ] have owned many dogs Of
many kinds-bull, fee, cur. mongrel,
setter, pointer-and hound; and
loved the hound best Of all. 1t may
have been because Of his bugle notes
as he trailed the "molly-cotton-
or because he was hated and perse-
cuted, most Of all by the cook and 9TH
er women folks for his predatory hab-
its about kitchen and barnyard; or
because Of his plaintive, pitiful howls
when struck by cruel hands, or even
struck at; for the hound is humble
dog, and his feelings are easily hurt.
At any rate, no one who travels
through the country and notes the
number of dogs that swarm about the
humble cabins Of the poor can doubt
for a moment that the hound is the
favorite among all the breeds Of dogs.
The setting" of the song" is, there
fore, most lifelike and true to human
nature. One can see In his minds
eye" the gawky, shuffiing countryman
from the backwoods, with his brogan
shoes and slouch hat and blue over
alls upheld by one gallus, as he trudges
leisurely along the highway accompa-
MED by his faithful hound Rover"
both as happy as the day is long and
caring for nothing else half so much
as for each other. The hound Is most
probably "yaller'; or II not '.yaller"
all over, his underside Is of that ia
vorite color. Now and then Rover
finds rabbit tracks ten days old In the
sand by the roadside and Strikes a
trail" and "opens up; his master
urges him on with "whoopee." But
the chase is soon abandoned, for this
sort Of hound was never known or ex-
pected to catch anything; and they re-
sumo their way ito town.. AS they
reach the public square. the miserable,
uppish town dogs, ours Of low degree,
go yelping and snarling and swapping
at the country dog. as II they would
rend him to pieces. He tucks his tail
between his legs and hangs his head
and seeks for protection close to the
heels Of his mas era picture OF abb
ject humility and fear. When he en-
ters a store the proprietor and the
porter and the clerk give the strange
dog a kick; the bad town boy heaves
a stone at him, and the town loafer
"sicks" the town dogs on him in hope
of getting up a dog-fight.
After enduring this sort of thing for
a time, the dogs master gets tired Of
1t; then he gets mad, and proclaims
that 1t has got to stop" And he
means It too. and the next feller that
kicks the dog is liable to get into Sc
rious trouble. The master Of the dog
thinks enough Of thing Is enough.
Poor dog! Fitting symbol Of the
great IndSS VI Tic PCOPiCb Who Ae~'S
been kicked around for 10 these many
years by the vested interests. the
tariff barons and the high protection"
of the Republican party. And now
they are tired Of It; their spirit Is
aroused. and they say with earnest
ness and loud acclaim that It has got
to stop.
The picture changes. though the
lesson Is the same:
The big pumpkin Of schoolboy,
dull of comprehension and slow to
learn, gets many a whack from the
teacher, who makes no allowance for
his natural dullness. After much pa
tience and long suffering he gets tired
of being TANNED" around and rises
In rebellion, as Tom Calhoun did at
the old wadsworth school after being
beaten day after day by "old Man
Coleman" the teacher.
So the great gawky public, slow TO
perceive slower to act, are at last
seeing how they have been the butt
for the G. o. P.'s high tariff and trust
magnate for 80 long; and now their