. At the sign of the dollar. the real Sir Galahad?—(Excuse thisshy lifes distressing to a quiet, modest guy-) Friends and fellow-citizens, were poor menall together—We dont choose to stand around and seeour money spent!Wait till I get Rogers little Copper Trust intether,Then each woman, man, and child shallhave—a copper cent! Bang the brazen cymbals! the procession on-ward the Frenzied Financiers behind hischariot trudge. 14 AT THE SIGN OF THE DOLLAR Banks are paying dividends, the poor for joyare weeping,Earth is crying, Ave Tom! and heavenis crying, Fudge! * * *
. At the sign of the dollar. the real Sir Galahad?—(Excuse thisshy lifes distressing to a quiet, modest guy-) Friends and fellow-citizens, were poor menall together—We dont choose to stand around and seeour money spent!Wait till I get Rogers little Copper Trust intether,Then each woman, man, and child shallhave—a copper cent! Bang the brazen cymbals! the procession on-ward the Frenzied Financiers behind hischariot trudge. 14 AT THE SIGN OF THE DOLLAR Banks are paying dividends, the poor for joyare weeping,Earth is crying, Ave Tom! and heavenis crying, Fudge! * * * * In the streets of Boston, where the Triumphproudly statues are behaving very , in some embarrassment, consults his Bigelow Papers,Emerson says, Goodness me! and rubshis marble ear. Up on Boston Common theres a statue , Chapters Gone Before and Chapters Still Unread,Representing Lawson on a pillar highly gildedReading proof and selling stocks whilestanding on his earth is crying AVE TOM ! AND HEAVEN IS CRYING FUDGE ! THE LOST INVENTOR Patriotic fellow-citizens, and did you ever noteHow we honor Mr. Fulton, who devised the choo-choo boat?How we glorify our Edison, who made the world to goBy the bizzy-whizzy magic of the little dynamo?Yet no spirit-thrilling tribute has been ever heard or seenFor the fellow who invented our Political Machine. Sure a fine, inventive genius, who has laboredlong and hard. Till success has crowned his research, shouldreceive a just reward. The Machines a great invention, thats con-tinually clear. Out of nothing but corruption making mill-ions every year— Out of muck and filth of cities making dollarsneat and clean— Wheres the fellow who invented the PoliticalMachine? Hail the complex mechanism, full of cranksand wires and wheels, i6 AT THE SIGN OF THE DOLLAR Fed by graft and loot and patronage, as noise-lessly It reels. Press the button, pull the lever, clickety-cllck,and set the vog
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