The Parker post., 1913-03-01
THE MONTHS FORECAST.

fats.
The coaches shall walk by the wagon
And show us a case of the blues;
The caddies shall trail the procession
And utter their lusty boo-hoos.
The greatest of notable golfers
Shall sit on their goods crying
'Fore!"
And all the men on the street may
be certain
That We'll never do that any more.
And no one shall talk about battles,
And no one shall prattle of spoons;
We shall hang On the words of
prophet,
And ask the most beautiful boons.
The White House shall look like
college,
The idler shall herd with his kith,
And we'll all sit around on the camp
And talk about matters of pith
The winter shall Wane, and the
heavens shall mirror the beauty of
spring. The syrup shall stir in the
maple, and the robin shall merrily
sing. The calf shall ignore Mr.. Will
Son and do an inaugural dance, the
sweet fashion plate of the seasons
shall put On its medium pants, the
Democrat seeking an office shall
sound his shrill clamor for pie, and
his luckless Republican brother shall
jump off the pay roll and die.
The tenant we've had in the White
House shall show his successor the
place, and nothing shall linger be-
tween them on the score of that
laughable race. He'll show him the
pantry, the closets, the place for his
coats and his caps, the hot water
turn all of the taps, explain the
trap doors and the signals, the extra
bedrooms for his kin, and give him
few fine examples of how to be out
when he's in.
He'll show him the tricks about
callers, the little peep-hole in the
door, the big folding desk to escape
in and the dictograph under the floor
He'll show him where Senators enter
the plant to cool Congressmen's heels
the way to make use of his double
the secret hallway to his meals. the
chair with the airpipe above it for
people who smoke cigarettes, and the
dungeon deep down in the, basement
for ,discharging political debts.
The lark shall awake in the morning
To sound a grand opera strain,
The daisy shall bloom in the meadow
And the cook shall get married
again.
The wild goose shall startle the heav-
With tales of the Mexican war,
The poet shall fall on his either
And show what the season is for
The hunter shall HE to the marshes,
Where the grim pneumococcus
abides,
And the month shall proceed from tn
calends
To the famous Caesarian ideas.
Alas! for the glory of Caesar, the
womenfolks wanted to vote, and fall
ing upon him with daggers, they cut
Osf the tail of his coat. He begged
them to think of their children, their
homes and their duty as wives, but
they only beset him the harder, and
cried for imperial lives Dear
ladies' said Caesar, repclling the
first of their murderous blows, ''you
have no executive Judgment, as the
single task given you shows. We
gave you the small servant problem
to show what the women could dc
and there isn't another mess like it.
ask you if 'ha:: ISL t,ue?"
Alas! for great Caesar, they killed
him, in fury they cut him in two.
They rose by the Pillar of Pompey,
exclaiming: "This finishes youi" The
glory of Caesar was nothing, the
Truth he had uttered was vain-they
fer upon him with daggers, and cut
the great Caesar in twain
The fateful 18th having happened.
recalling that terriable mob, the av-
erage citizens fancy will seek some
political job. He'll thrill with the