An irate American sends the Kobe Herald the following Yo Congressmen of Uncle Sam Who frame our Tariff lay, Who make the House and Senate ring With your unending jaw, Your aimless clack again renew lation's woe, the time While our stormy oaths do flow, While your squabbling rages loud and long And our stormy cuss-Wwords flow.
The spirits of your fathers Don't know you when they try For Congress was their field of fame, If History don't lie.
Where mighty George and Lincoln walked Your hearts with zeal might glow But you prate, and orate, ante hours one and a loud andi And our widkod oust-words How.
lo your squabbling rages loud and on; Columbia needs no Circus, No shows at which to peep Her buffoons are in Washington They make the angels weep. *Midst thunders of cheap balderdash Trade gots a deadly blow, As they roar, on the floor, While our patience thin doth grow, While their squabbling tages loud and long And our gasped-out cuss. words flow. j The meteor flag of Common Sense Shall yet terrific burn Some day McKinley will depart And the fool-killer return. Then, then, wise legislators, Our cocktails free shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has Inid you low When your drivel weak is heard no more, And our cuss-words cease to flow.
Texas Sure.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.