. At the sign of the dollar. CONGRESSMAN SNIDE. AT THE SIGN OF THE DOLLAR 55 So he tinkled a bell, and said with a grin,To the purple attendant who entered in, Deliver this pair to the brimstone canThats labeled, For Friends of the Worklng-man. IMMIGRATION Ezeklel, the Puritan, Thus lifts his protestation: By ginger, Im American, And dont like I jest guess I got here fust And know what Im I declar well all go bust Or keep them aliens out. Max Heidelburg, the German, says: Jah also. Right, mein ve dot foreign trash admit Our woes will nefer am Americ
. At the sign of the dollar. CONGRESSMAN SNIDE. AT THE SIGN OF THE DOLLAR 55 So he tinkled a bell, and said with a grin,To the purple attendant who entered in, Deliver this pair to the brimstone canThats labeled, For Friends of the Worklng-man. IMMIGRATION Ezeklel, the Puritan, Thus lifts his protestation: By ginger, Im American, And dont like I jest guess I got here fust And know what Im I declar well all go bust Or keep them aliens out. Max Heidelburg, the German, says: Jah also. Right, mein ve dot foreign trash admit Our woes will nefer am Americans as you Und villing to ge-shout Hurray mit red und vite und plue, Und keep dose aliens oudt! Ike Diamondstein, the Jew, exclaims: Ah, Izzy, aint dat grandt!Ve Yangees haf such nople aims Und vill togeder standt,VeVe got der goods, vere nachralized- Vat hinters us from shouten* Americavich is civilzized, So keep dose aliens outen! 56. JAH ALSO. AT THE SIGN OF THE DOLLAR 57 Pletro Garibaldi says: Here ever-r-ry man is catch-a da fun, I mak-a da mon, I like-a da he gent-a man— Watch-a da Dago shout,* Sell-a da fruit, shin-a da boot, Keep-a da alien out! The Irishman vociferates: Sure, Mike, its sahft as take the shtick and crack the pates Of ivery foreign its the call o polyticks. Then Im the laad to shout, Down wid th Da-agos an th Micks, An keep th ahens out! But covered with ancestral tan, Beside his wigwam door,The only real American Counts idle talk a bore. Ugh! Pale-face man he mighty thief. Much medicine talk about—It heap too late for Injun chief To keep-um alien out. PLAINT OF AN ANCIENT CLIFF-DWELLER In a penny museum a Cliff-Dwellers skullReclined, an old relic of cavernous hollows, Who winked at me twice from his cavitiesdull,And opened his grin and orated as follows: With tenants above you and lodgers belowAnd porters and hall-boys wherever youreat,You
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