Poetical Exploit
One by one they come in, down from
the interior. So he quietly drew
his plans, such as experts can do.
It was a necessity. The burning
heaps not a thousand miles from here
fired a salute. Hero headstones
gave their blood just before the harvest.
Butchers meet, as to create a stench.
It got into his lungs, the gentle daisies
expressive of supremacy.
O Death, We’ve Been Long Together
The area of operations embraced a space
of seven miles width, from the forts
to Clatsop Plains. The bombardment
is our authority for saying that. It snowed there
like blazes, so thoroughly as to flow
from their tongues like the oil from Aaron’s
beard. Their ideas of rectitude appear
determined to enforce souvenirs
of the opera, producing most excellent effect.
New music once more, dedicated to
Miss Ella Jordan. A star-spangled fantasie.
Frauds of the first water ought not to be
recognized as man. Hundreds have bit
the dust, taken from our midst with unerring aim.
Birthday Celebration
Dear old Uncle Sam is having a fine time
now. Order a tax, if necessary, to pay
for the supper and party fitted up for the occasion.
Smoke the pipe of peace, after refreshing
ourselves on ice cream. Pour les dames,
polonaises, plain and simple. The moulding
cuirass rising in the majesty of fashion.
So far as location is concerned, go direct
to the Fair Grounds. Buy out the town
and sink it. Does it actually cost eighteen cents
more to thus serve the people? Witness
the grand results, a packed convention
for which we have been waiting so long.
Stephen Kagarise 