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Show THE BEE. B, A ith a trap and he knows how to bait, Know s how to bait, know s how to bait. He hides and he watches it early and late, For the others are driving, he lias but to w ait, While they give him the game. He hunts There is an ohl hunter that lives in the wood. Lives in the wood, lives in the wood. He know s how to hunt as an old hunter should, He knew' where to look which is equally good. Why mention his name. THE BOSS CHIEF; OR THE CHIEF BOSS. A Salt Lake Melo-Traged- in One Act. y DRAMATIS PERSONE. Mr. P-- t The Chief Boss. Mr. Pr-t- t Cl rk The Boss Chief. Mr. L-n-- n A-th- -r The Cartoonists. Printers Reporters, J-h- n Figurehead. Scene: Room in residence of the Chief Boss. Pictures of McKinley and Brvan on the wall. Silver statuette of Mark Hanna on table. Carpet on floor. The Boss Chief on carpet soliloquizing. (Xoise of linotype machines in next building.) Arthur The Woods are Full of Em. Still Hunt for the Democratic Nomination for Congress. : Xow is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this gleam of hope And all the clouds that hovered round me Will vanish like the mists of morning when The breath of my attorney moves the court. Our brows will wear the wreaths of victory, My bruised heart be cased in soothing balm ; The populace may wrinkle up its brow And cease to smile and smile its my turn now. Who are the people that should frown me down The marshal of their ingrate town, life-tim- e The thrice appointed, chief Who holds an office as hed hold a thief? Why, in this weak and piping time of peace never-endin- g w They should for that condemn your But never mind ; I know a trick or two That yet will win the game for me and you. Whod make a better, braver head police? But as it is I wander ail about Yearning for the office Im without. Perchance I spy my shadow on the wall And jump, and start to run ere I recall That I am not on duty. Then I fall To musing oer lifes sad vicissitudes. And then I grit my teeth and clench my hands Determined to resort to other means To take my grievance to another court, To never cease until the last resort. Plots I have laid, inductions dangerous, By which I sought to gain the council In which good work the mayor was my aid ; Aided in turn and backed by that which aids And backs me every time Im in a fight : The Tribune, with its slings and darts, Its artful manager and managed arts. crowd yelling.) (Enter Cl-r- k Brother, good day ; what means this loud uproar, These jibes and jeers, and yells and shrill catcalls That follow in your honors wake today? Cl-r- k : enraged that I should seek To crowd you down their throats when they Have had enough to last them many is y. Alack Cl-r- k : For you perhaps, but not for me. Xo mere Will I be looked upon as loyal to The public since I nominated you. My cake perchance is dough, but sir, take heed, not the kind henceforth that you will Tis knead. Arthur If you are shown the way Well that depends. There is no pulling back ; you will obey. Brother, farewell : 1 yet will do the thing I started out to do and vindicate The course you took. Xor will I need go far Before I find reveDge and get my star. (Exit .) Go fill an office thou shalt neer refill, Simple Mayor John I did love him so While he was full of use, but he can go And take the council with him if he likes. Ive other fish to fry. But who comes here? (Enter P- -t putting on tie ; singing.) Cl-rk- ! : 1 my lord, that fault is none of yours L-n- -n 1 : L-n- -n, The public Arthur file-leader- : Chief Pratt could eat no fat Because they were so mean, But follow close your Uncle Pat And you will not get lean. Why, hello chief, old boy, how goes it now? |