. At the sign of the dollar. ious he took his seat in a spike-bottomed chair, Dear sir, dont rake me over the coals,—Ive given work to a million souls. Men have grown haggard and old in my pay,Mothers have toiled both night and day, S3 54 AT THE SIGN OF THE DOLLAR Children have wrought at each shuttle and spoolWhen they might have been wasting their time at school. Early and late, in cell and pen, I have given Work to the tribes of men. Enough! said the Fiend, with compassion great,As he turned to the Walking Delegate. I have gone, said the Delegate, into the moilWhere sweating laborers
. At the sign of the dollar. ious he took his seat in a spike-bottomed chair, Dear sir, dont rake me over the coals,—Ive given work to a million souls. Men have grown haggard and old in my pay,Mothers have toiled both night and day, S3 54 AT THE SIGN OF THE DOLLAR Children have wrought at each shuttle and spoolWhen they might have been wasting their time at school. Early and late, in cell and pen, I have given Work to the tribes of men. Enough! said the Fiend, with compassion great,As he turned to the Walking Delegate. I have gone, said the Delegate, into the moilWhere sweating laborers slave and toil;In the roar of mills and prosperitys humI have brought the Workers Millennium. * A Sabbath reigned where my voice was heard,Harsh labor ceased when I gave the word;Thus a million souls in a day would passFrom the ranks of toil to the leisure class. Blessings on all who have entered my ken—I have given Rest to the tribes of men. Enough! said Satan, and you might traceA benevolent gleam on his glowing 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
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