The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-02-20

Editor Pensacola Journal
It takes a man of iron nerves and
scholarly endowmeuts to discuss the
mysterious tfckings OF a polly tick IN
| this Old town
And that ycr may fully understand
and not get this particular breed Of
the tick family mixed, viii begin this
narrative by warming a few Of the COM
mon specimen For instance. there's
the COW tick. the dog tick. the luna.
tick and also the bed bug tick
But the last and the least of the
whole dam tick family Is this Polly
tick. These amphtbious insects crawl
over the face of the earth, dsvoIxdng
all living things that can't scratch
them or.
They also stfcineth caoser than a
brother. They VISIT you and eat all
your hog and bontny and shake your
hands Off during the campaign.
You vote for them and give them
their job. Their stonachs are fun OF
you now and they drop Off and they
HnoweEh you no more until another
election Gay rolls around
Polly 4s a braan1ess fowl and wears
gay feathers. He has a hole in his
head, from this hole he soea1eth. but
z,
cause he can't help #. but Tick a1nt
no noun. he's netster gender cause hess
neither male or female, and f1ess Moth
But you make a conjunction Of the
two words tYSuss Polly-Tick and the
result fs a Irre11 OF a hess
PES sir, a regular hell Of a mess.
FBefcre election he's governed by ali
the people. after election he's gov.
erned by Clique, graft and corruption
He'll ride by you on a hot dusty road
I'm July and never seeavou. And taking
him at his best, he's q. disgusting and
undesirable citizen and should be ex-
Terminated.
They aaso haur1e- the Cross roads, de-
pots and other public places seeking
whom they can deVour on the D. and
S. charge. They cross the border Of
Florida into Alabama and arrest the
poor old hobo for stealing q. few miles
ride from the l.. & N. end they have
all cussed the poor old L. & n. until
their teeth are all loose out they give
the poor old hobo a free ride TO town,
have his trial and send him on the
hard road for ninety days. They ar
rest poor emaciated niggsr for steal
ing a mess Of meat and send him to
the PEN for life.
But on the other hand they arrest a
whole bunch of their own family and
have 8 great investigation and a
greater triad with hundred witnesses
and a hundred jurors They invite
all the ladies and gentlemen in town
to the show-and It was a fine animal
show all right, for the poor old fiddler
had to mold the bag and the dancers
got off free. And I've been told that
the dear old tax payers would will
ingfy pay the two thousand dollars
that this free show cost them
I haze told you all there Is to tell
about live Polly ticks, and will now
proceed to describe the dead ones.
OF all the woe begpne specimens of
Ticks, who have passed through Dan
te's Inferno, it's the dead Polly Tick.
You can smell them way GROUND the
corner.
And once dead, he's dead forever.
You can bury q dead skunk and he'll
rise again. but a dead Polly Tick never.
No stree he won't even sprout.
He's dead, but still hveth and he
walketh UP and down the earth wait
ing for some friendly hand of the past
to shove him in g. hole and push the
hole in on top OF him. He goes up to
heaven and St Peter meets him at
the gate-but he doesn't know the
password and the ushers rush him
down to he'll. The devil wont have
him because he says he's so green it
would take all the coal and birthstone
in hades to get him dry enough to
burn. And this would bankrupt hell
and the devil would be to pay.
Poor live Polly Tick thee are a curse
on the earth. And poor dead Polly
Tick thou poTHuteth the air. And the
very atmosphere Of the world Is re-
dolent with the obnoxious gases aris- |
ing from the. defunct condition of your
old carcass.
There's a whole tribe Of dead Polly
Ticks in this old town.
There's two great big ones and a
whole drove. OF little runty-ones. 7 saw
the whole bunch go IN the Last
Chance" t'other day, looking for death
drops 10 smooth their fIrrowed
brows. The great big pornpous lools-
ing one paid the bin. and they al
departed TO worlds unknown.
There are also lots of dying Polly |
Ticks around this burg. But their |
days are all numbered and soon. all. |
soon, when they ieth down at night, |
they Will wonder from whence will |
come their hog and honrdny for the |
Oh. we gods of this fair Southland, |
win these vampires never cease their |
prey on humanity?
And in conclusion I am forced to |
exclaim:
FIorenza da Iachfa ST Stava IN pace |
Sobr.a Q pudica mona
Florence before she broke the good |
old bonds. from whence Yet are heard |
the chimes OF eve and morn, abided |
well in modesty and peace.
WILL Q. nEEIING. |
EQUAL SUFFRAGE IN