Show I RHYMES OF THE DAY j Lost Motion Hard labor docs not kill ki us no When toll Is oer wo still are stout Through useful yenrs we on cculd go But bragging simply wean us out Chicago Record 0 5 Tho Revengeful Citizen I ask myself when vapors thick Oppress tho simmering soul Am I the man who used to kick About the price of coal I oft complained with many a sigh Whon winter chilled the earth Were winter now on sale Id buy A hundred dollars worth 1 Washington Star S S I Hoped These Girls Would Jangle By what vie method of Intrigue What dark work underhanded Wag this sweet bimetallic league So bitterly disbanded Why could the women not bo kind In caucus and convention And work with singleness of mind Stfns weakness and dissension SIt1 I grieves this lender heart full sore uy soul it fairly blisters To think that wo shall hear no more From our freesilver sisters In fierce debate from now to fall I hoped these girls would Jangle But silence will pervade the hal Where they were wont to w rangle R 1 Edwards In Chicago Tribune |