Rensselaer Republican, Volume 25, Number 2, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 September 1892 — A MUGWUMP’S STORY. [ARTICLE]

A MUGWUMP’S STORY.

The following rhythmic effusion of the Pilot's able tax correspondent was discovered near Boston’s Bridge, last week. It no doubt gives a true picture of that wimp’s leal sentiments on the Political situation in this county, and deserves a careful perusal. The reader should consult The Republican of three weeks ago, in order to understand the allusion in the Ist stanza and get at the very point of inspiration. I’ve read sir Bourbon’s tender wall, From hit stand-point, be hits the nail. On head, in Rhyme, Why should I fail. So~'Bere’-> my tale. _ While I set forth my source of grief, And give my heart, some slight relief, As I’m a People’s Party chief, I can’t be brief. It is n’t tariff, ner no one’s pepsion That’s harrowed up beyond all tension,, My soul. Twas as i’ll now mention, • A Convention ess Of a party whose tnnes I’d hum. To help the "ring” and bosses” some, Anti-bonrbon and Anti-rum, Hurt me, B. Gum.

Knowing that. !, of all the clan, For office was the fittest man, The people called, and so I ran. The Party’s ban In convention, arranged for self, The other man by wit or, pelf, Managed it just to suit himself, Laid me on shelf, Tl.ey may have fixed it ju3t for fun, I don’t know how nor why t’was done, But I couldn’t that Convention run. As sure’s a gun. Dead, sure to got there “like a shot.” Till “ring or bosses” laid that plot: So of delegated, but lew I got, Which made tne hot. I struck and left the party mess. With all its mystic wickedness, To run this people’s business, Sly way, I guess. I’ll teach the G. O. P. so.high. When for office, its best men try, It ne’er will do to pass them by, As once was L Republicans, they did quite well, While I was one, now sad to tell, ' How far from grace, they’ve quickly fell. To hell peU-meU. It’s officers can’t dn’y do. Laying taxes, on me and you, Whole thing’s gone wrong, its faults not few, So plain I view. I damn the “bosses.” “rtagaters” too, More cash! my cry, with less to do, - Wipe ont the old and boom a new. To make it rue The day, when by a set up job. In form of a Convention mob, It did from me my prospects rob. Yes, sir ee bob. Democrats have with me combined, And mal contents of every king; So G. O. P will mrely And, It’s way behind. I pelt the party “nail and tooth,” With dirty lies, so that forsooth, May feoble age and callow yonth, Boycott the truth. A cynic’s view of every thing, The crudest of imagining, Big pessimistic words i fling, Against the “ring.” Each envious soul I’m sure to fool, So he’ll remain my willing tool, To chase weird phantoms round the pool In sophists school. CreduUtywmfaUlntrain, _ The Bourbon’a too willln the Main, To get me office surely fain, U4lp me again. sl So well I know, to gain my goal. By ffat schemes and doctrines droll, Cool reason must not sway the soul, Before the Poll; I charge each case of poverty, Each failure gnd catastronhv. Each trust and monopoly, To G. O. P. ’ • < Claim many poor the others sick. Money and work should quarrel pick, And soldiers come on double-quick, To strikers lick. And thus mad passion keeps its sway, Raw haste the mother of delay, Speeds fast while dogs of faction bay. To gain the day. For office, that I’d like to get, All laborers must strike and fret, So I can make, Old Party sweat. Amen, you bet.

B. GUM.