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Show A COSTLY SCHOOL EOOK. (By James Jeffrey Roche in the Tilot.) (Respectfully dedicated to Rt. Hon. Joseph Chamberlain, hc-r Britannic majesty's maj-esty's secretary for the colonies.) 1 Your ambition travels far, ! Joseph C. ! But you don't seem to "git thar," Joseph C. ! You picked out a little State Scarce a clot upon the slate; And you "wouldiv't arbitrate," But you crawled I Where our Uncle G rover C, Said, "Let Venezuela be," And your appetite for fight quickly palled. Oh, but you're a precious fool, . Joseph C. I And a one-eyed siily tool, Joseph C. ! Of the thiering Knights of Telt (No one blacker than- yourself) Who will lay you on the shelf, When you fall. You'ro the cheapest kind of knave, Neither shrewd nor bright nor brave-Just brave-Just the poorest, meanest specimen of all. And you're such a blooming ass, Joseph C! And you've come to such a pass, Joseph C. ! Why didn't you look around For some bit of barren ground. Where no natives could be found That would fight? You could conquer them at ease; You could do as you blame please. And the world would never know but you were right. But you had to, as a chump, Joseph C. ! Without any Wisdom bump Joseph C! Trv to take a final fall With the biggest man of all, And you're up against Oom Paul And a gun. He's an ugly man, this Boer. As vou might have known before. You may not. look so pretty, but you 11 know a good deal more When- you'ro done. Jose'Dh see? |