The Pulaskian., 1916-05-12

Are there political stables to clean,
 Where graft and corruption riot? Are taxes burden, but treasures so lean
 That all good men most loudly decry it? Has public office become only
 For ringsters and looters in private, That they may lounge in luxury's lap
 job that only the favored may thrive at? Does Honor, ecipsed, seek safety in flight,
 When demagogues defty ensnare it, And Slander abound avoiding the light
 Whose mantle of truth has none to wear it? Is freedom fiction, true service myth
 The Ins all vilains,-to hear the Outs story And worthy of death or dungeon forthwith,
 Or else Salt Rivers short cut to glory; The is plain: There's simply
 To the evils that daily assail The editor only can strike at the source
 With remedies rare that never can fail us. Do matters most weghty meet merchant and judge
 Or should hard times dsquiet and us? Do creditors rave, debtors eer budge,
 And bills unpaid harass and perplex us? Our cotton's too low, else it's too high,
 Too much is raised, and prices go dropping; The farmers must learn to diversity,
 And give town dudes control of their cropping. They're tagging behind in methods and means,
 With never friend to caution and guide em, So welded to cotton they "dont know beans,'
 Nor rules of farming till others applied 'em. They feed their children pokegreens and jowl,
 Dress them in homespun, and even that scanty, And then they raise an incorporate howl
 When wolves of want prowl round their shanty But plenty gives all their place in the sum-
 Dire poverty fees and want is alen When journalists tell how farms should be run,
 And play to Ceres the part of Pygmalion When problems of state our statesmen perplex,
 And questions of ethics defy their solution; When grafters hang burdens on innocent necks,
 And honesty's only and deuson; When policies foreign up in the air,
 And nothing please the partisan knockers, And amateur Jofres in wisdom declare
 How they'd supply sixcyinder shockers Nebraska's bald buffer out for the dough,
 T. R. is all wrong and Wilson's piker Fred Funston's fourfushng in Mexico-
 Employers rascals, and ditto the striker; When Europe is settled and peaceful again.
 There's Congress to manage and state Legislatures. The Prohis and Antis to pacify, then,
 Unmake and remake their several mattress All this must do while printing the news,
 And holding old Earth in it's orbit- For newspaper abors refuse,
 And every job they simply absorb it.
 Are naughty shown at the movies? Is Art night-marish, it's meaning not plain,
 Because it ignores the laws of the Louvres? Does Mexico worry and bandits annoy?
 Or would settle the ructon in Flanders? Do x-barrel measures Congress employ,
 Inventng ways to raise up flanders? Has verse, new-fanged come with to stay?
 Is gasoline high, and soaring still higher? Shall Wilson write notes to Germans alway?
 The peace-brd too dear for Henry to buy 'er? Are tariffs tax? How ancient was Ann?
 Are city halls needed eke roads and bridges? Were monkeys in truth the parents of man?
 Do peaches grow best bottoms ridges? More railroads demanded, and smoke-stacks, too,
 And suffrage for women, more pep for shirkers,- These labors easy, and failures are few,
 If left alone to daily news workers.