Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1912-11-01

ears
"Why. that" said Mr..
Bryan. Eyes
Why, that's cur Jerseyman,
I guess.
"The fast man raising all the
dust?"
They said in evident distrust.
"The fellow showing them his heels
Like a farmland going to his
meals?'
,'Why, that" the
Roosevelters said,
"Why, that's our lion hunter,
Ted"
1.-THE front one galloping?" they
whined,
"With his coat-tails standing out
behind.
His brogans putting up the dirt,
And sandbur working in his Shirt"
''That's him!'' they
Separately said.
''That's Bill 1.-The Jersey
manY
And "Ted -
November is from the Latin Novem,
nine. It was formerly the ninth
month of the year, but Numa, who
was running for third term, refused
to issue the regular Thanksgiving pro-
clamation until he knew how he was
coming out. and pushed it along to
eleventh place. He was defeated,
and did not proclaim any Thanksgiving
at all, but the one and two-termers
got together, and the day was cele-
brated over his head. @:~'
A fond farewell, thou lovely fall,
the winter days are coming. The ivy
rattles on the wall, and the flowers
are succumbing. The wild goose
wedges down the sky. with Boreas to
bite him, and the bull moose sounds
his thrilling cry for all who care to
fight him.
Adieu to peace, the tender sky, the
beauties of the season, the candidates
untroubled eye and the mere appeal
to reason. The battle rushes to its
close, the bull begins to below. and
the last man with bloody nose will
be lucky fellow.
! The field of Armageddon throbs
with the heat of battle on it, and the
red bandanna blithely hobs above
the royal bonnet. The golf club rises
on the air from each new -spattered
noggin, and the Jersey man is every
where with his bloody pogamogga.
Law on. thou warriors athirst.4
With neither let nor comma.
And tie upon the one who hrst
Shall below for his mamma.
The country will survive the row,
However it's decided.
And it can't much matter, anyhow,
The way we are divided.
The hunters horn will rouse the
morn with mellow music of the chase.
and waking day will look the worn
and cold duckshooter in the fact. The
pneumococcus will devise few wet
iniets in his boot, and at thu end he
, will arise and calmly massacre q
coot.
Meanwhile, the farmer will pursue
, the bold quail hunter on his manse,
, and having deftly worked him through
few wire fences, get his pants.
! The chilled trespasser. with his knees
in rapid contact in the blast. will
hurry homeward while disease pursues
him holly to the last.
The frightened men. this last time'out.
Will cast their votes for President,
And the women, lettering about,
Will voice their growing discomfort.
They'll get the men in such state
Before the voting has commenced,
They'll sometimes help the candidate
That like as not they bet against.
What women's right can haply be
occasions many gave disputes, but
once the women folks agree, they Il
get them, you can bet your boots.
AS like as not another Fall or such &
matter will suffice, and in the new
arrangement all the men can ever BE-
is vice.
AT any rate, we'll vote this time,
and till that immp ent event, the
wondrous beauties of the cline vii
not occasion much comment. The
sassafras will waste it's frail anC
fragile beauty on the blind, and tht
sweet cadenzas of the quail will per.
ish on the Autumn wind.
Old King Corn and all his men
Will tent upon the fields again,
And in few contested states
; Will succor all the candidates.