Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1913-02-28
MARCH.

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The air shall be black with our hats,
And we'll all sing song of thanks
giving
That the leans have succeeded the
fats.
The coaches shall walk by the wagons
And show US case of the blues;
The caddies shall trail the procession
And utter their lusty boo-hoos.
The greatest of notable golfers,
Shall sit on his goods crying
"Fore'
And the man 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 rods of prophet,
And ask the most beautiful boons.
The White House shall look like a
college,
The idler shall herd with his kith.
And we'll all sit around on the campus
And talk about matters of pith.
The winter shall wane, and the hea-
ven shall mirror the beauty of spring.
TIL syrup shall stir in the maple. and
the robin shall merrily sing. The
calf shall ignore Mr.. Wilson and do
On inaugural dance, the sweet fashion
plate of the seasons shall put on bis
medium pants. the Democrat seeking
an office shall sound his shrill clamor
for pie, and his luckless Republican
brother shall jump off of 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 laugh
able race. He'll show him the pantry,
the closets. the place for his coats
and his caps, the hot water plant in
the cellar and the way to turn all of
the taps, explain the trap doors and
the signals, the extra bedrooms for
his kin, and give him few fine ex-
amples 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 dictogIaph under the
floor. He'll show him where Senators
enter, the plant to cool congressman 8
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 Gig
arettes. and the dungeon deep down
in the basement for discharging politi.
cial debts.
The lark shall awake in the morning
To sound grand opera strain
The daisy shall bloom in the meadow,
And the cook shall get married
again.
The wild goose shall startle the hea-
vens
With tales of the Mexican war.
The poet s. all 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
the calends.
To the famous Caesarian ides.
Alas! for the glory of Caesar. the
womenfolks wanted to vote, and falling
upon him with daggers, they cut off
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, repelling the first of their
murderous blows. "you have no ex-
ecutive judgement as the single task
given you shows. We gave you the
small servant problem to show what
the women could do. and there ism
another mass like it. l ask you if
that isn't true?" Alas! for great
Caesar, they killed him. in fury they
cut him in two. They rose by the
Pillar of Pompey, exclaiming: This
finishes your' The glory of Caesar
was nothing, the truth he had ute ed
was vain-they all fell upon him
with daggers. and cut the great Cae-
sar in twain.
The fateful 18th having happened.
recalling that terrible mob. the aver.
age citizens fancy will seek some
political job. He'll thrill with the
prospect Of service at soft and ex.
orbitant pay. and offer himself OF
the altar at about $40 a day. The
lover. meanwhile. shall meander be-
meath his loves window and sing,
He may have forgotten her later, bu
this is the magic of spring. 1t makes
a sweet maiden SO many times sweet
er than ever before that a young mar