Democratic Sentinel, Volume 14, Number 12, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 April 1890 — A Tart Poem: [ARTICLE]

A Tart Poem:

He sat at his door at noonday, lonely and gloomy and sad, brooding over the price of his corn crop and figuriDg how much he had. He had worked fiotn early spring* time, early and late and hard, and he was counting his assets and figuring out his reward. He figured that it took two aeres to buy his two boys new boots, and 10 acres more on top of this to fit them out with new suits. To buy his wife a protected dress took 100 bushels mOre, while fiv? acres went in a solid lump for the carpet on the floor. His tax and his grocery bill absorbed his crop of oats, while the interest on his farm mortgage took all his fattened shoats. The shingles on his cowshed and the lumber for his barn had eaten up his beef steers and the balance of his corn. So he sat in hie dcor at noonday, lonely and gloomy and sore, as be figured up

his wealth a little less than it was the year before. “By gam, they say I’m protected, but 1 know there’s something wrong; Iv’e been deceived and gulled afid hoodwink ed by this high-protection song. They told of rebellious traitors, and held up the b’oody rag, and I followed along like a pumpkin, and now lam holding the bag. But from this time on I’ll investigate, and get to the bottom of facts, and I’ll bet $4 to begin with that the tariff is a tax.”

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