Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1913-05-02

Were all a lot of dubs;
They didn't have ambition
And the proper kind of clubs.
Their heads were just a loafng place
For furbelows and hair.
And they never had single thought
OF getting anywhere.
They only served for folly.
And they only thought of play.
You'll Icatch the new idea
When am crowned today.
We'll terrorize the men folks
Until they howl for help,
And every time we hand them one
They'll answer with yelp.
Well terrify the coppers.
And emulate the Sioux,
And there won be any doubt about
What women want to do.
Wake me early, mother darling,
A little ere the dawn,
And don forget to help me put
My fathers trousers on.
The time has come for freedom
And the co-politic sway.
And I'm to be Queen of the May,
mother.
I'm to be Queen of the May.
May gets its name from Maia, the
mother of Mercury. 1t was Mercury
who invented the Tyre. Up to that
time spring had passed without any
poetry, and it was a pretty dull sea-
son. The invention of the Tyre made
it the fairest and cheeriest of all the
seasons, and the Romans, therefore,
named the loveliest of the spring
months for the inventors mother.
Mercury, who wrote only Iimericks,
gave the Tyre to Apollo, who in turn
gave it to Homer About all the
poets have had it now except Alfred
Austin.
The ilnal glory Of the spring
Will burst upon US like bomb,
And people who eschew the ring
Will sing the hymeneal calm.
The busy bee will sip the juice
From flowers dancing in the light
And the frog will turn few notes
loose
Upon the still and startled night
The Apple tree will decorate and
render beautiful the view, the CHEEKY
robin and his mate will take an upper
fat for two, the ice-cream suit will
venture out and sniff the none too
stable air, the moving van will roll
about with a back wheel rubbing on
a chair, the plowman when the day is
warm will turn the soil against the
fall, and the city man who wants to
farm will guess he doesn't after all.
That fond illusion will persist as
long as men inhabit town. and only
reason can assist in holding anybody
down. To sit around city fat and
want to farm is we'll enough, but one
is not, for all of that, quite fashioned
of the proper stuff. 1t isn't any sign
that one will get the ROSTERS up at
morn. or labor till the day is done at
getting in a. field of corn. The
thought of it displays the grim. calm
perseverance of the Turks, but the
dream does grow little dim with see
ing how farmer works.
= There's something more to farming
than the fresh and healthy country air.
1t takes big two-handed man to hope
of getting anywhere. The burrows in
the fields are long, the sun is some
times very hot, the tendency to rest
is strong, and it keeps a body on the
trot. The thing that each of us has
chose to do is just as like as not the
thing we should do to the close, tc
keep things boiling in the pot. Wei
let the farmer till the land. the tin.
ner tin, the poets sing. and lending
thus a helping hand, we II make head
way in everything.
At any rate, the tariff bill
Will uulA tue CEuCGI VI LIE SLdSS
And in that epoch-making mill
Great adversaries will engage.
The smoke arising from the fray
Will fill lot of US with dread,
And timid men will feel their way
DiscreetIy underneath the bed.
The President, his dander up. viii
batter privilege about. and the nabob
IN his bitter cup. will quite for
get about his govt. The air will fl