Jasper County Democrat, Volume 3, Number 24, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 September 1900 — THE REPUBLICAN CADAVER. [ARTICLE]

THE REPUBLICAN CADAVER.

Bryan Is dead 1 the Republicans say, BUT Just when he died they can’t give the day. With bitter words, and much palaver They keep in stock that same cadaver. Oh, yes! Bryan is dead, dead as a toad, Andko is the Pop, who goes the same road. If all this be true there's a mighty big host Of Republican leaders “scart at a ghost ” They lay awake nights, and cash they collect, For fear that same spook may prove the elect, They marshal their hosts all over the land; And buy up. the press wherever they can. With McKinley to lead the republican hosts They’l make a brave charge to kiil off this ghost. Alt, Mac I Ah, Teddy! Trusty H anna may And IN NOVEMBER. The liveliest corpse in Bryan’s great mind, JUST REMEMBER. Then there’s ”10 to 1.” the Republican dummy. Which their Organs all said was dead as a mummy, Hoping to hide their Imperialist head. By the dust, and the ashes, they raise with the dead. The Porto Ricans, a people who welcomed our flag. With McKinley's “plain duty” pinned on as a tag, With no representation have had to pay tax, Thus proving McKinley a man of mere wax.

No doubt but McKinley shed hot, briny tears. When the dictum of trusts was bro't to bis ears; 4 poultice so hot still sings and sears. And Hoar’s commendation can’t smother his fears. Hoar’s tender Conscience arraigned “Mac” at the bar— Thought murdering Filipinos was going too far; But says he'd stand by him through this campaign— Thinks when they’re all buried ”Mac’’will abstain. The Cow-boy hosts with “Teddy” in lead, Will rush through the states at 2:40 speed; For “Hanna” decided such argument best. For convincing the minds of voters out West. There hangs the map below on the wall Showing the route they’re going this fall; Through states Teddy has promised to ride With these tried heroes close to his side.

Great tbitags are expected. The world stands aghast. As the troop—found by Hanna—sweeps by like a blast, Hat* tumble off! Republicans shouted! ■they see. in their visions. Democracy routed. How could rational voters fail to do so. With brave “Teddy” sitting astride his bronco? His eyes squinted up. his glasses on tight, Every inch of anatomy chuck full of fight; Hi* bronco’s wide nostril, with red foam flecked— With such “sound” doctrine what could one expect? . These reckless rough-riders, have they come here to stay? Or only this once, to make a display. To dazzle our sturdy western boj s With cow-boy drill and brag and noise? Does all this not prove McKinley is right? That nations should arm and hunt up a fight? Tale lesapns from England, build a big ship Find out the little fellow, one you can whip. Then run up the flag, "never say die.” Burn up their village, don’t heed their cry Ain’t we a brave nation? Oh my! Oh my! Citizen, tremble! brave men, be afraid! The awful Rough Rider is out on a raid. In slouch hats, their steeds they bestrode, Their sword scabbards rattled as bravely they rode Without fear or flinching charged down the street Argument unanswerable for Bryan s defeat. BUT. THEN When you tee the terrible rider in uniform rare, Just turn back to history; you can read there How Marion and Sumpter, with brave little band Out voted Zarton’* Dragoon* hand over hand, Who had not been u*ed to that kind of treatment And so felt abused. Bronco, uniform, blow-horns and clatter— Are they proof of wisdom, in such a grave matter? If so. then climb into McKinley's "Old Buss” Turn or. full steam, be in every fuss And only feel blue, when out of a muss.

Sept. 18, 1000.

WM. W. GILMAN.