Show I The e Skeleton a at the F Feast east I I ll 11 JA JAMI S IJ 1 J flee Ir lil bud hucl nt liln lillo dinner in tn l re Hon Around the board there thc swarmed a horde of oC authors great and small small- The pride of oC Hoo to to ler-to to meet a Greater Grenter than them all aJi Through Fairbanks Fairbank's chill austerity a 0 gleam of or warmth there went r As he uncoiled his lort lofty length and said Our President lint Hilt stop slop What holds he h. in his hand hani Is that a glass forsooth All 11 that and more mor It holds hold a n vile concoction of vermouth In n other words vord Us LIQUOR Yes the evil da day ha has hus come When at a Presidential feast there sits the DEMON 0 RUOh RUM RU Oh dreadful day for What hat man is this to toll A President from Washington and tempt him with the bowl To fo lure Jure the poets from the fields where they sang ang hymns to spring And hale them here hero where drink goes round with wanton wassailing Can this be he Fairbanks that we know the towering lowering sycamore Who sourly looked on applejack and elder wine Has Washington done this to him him Then Ihen curses on his name No longer l let t tho the lettered state tate re-echo re with his Ills name Up rose James Jumes Whitcomb Rile Riley then and I halo to lo knock But by tho frosted punkin and the fo fodder der In the shock If Ie lu i Is before me here 1 rise and go my way The rhe only Beveridge I fake henceforth is Albert J. J Then n up rose George McCutcheon McCulcheon Booth George Ade de And arms s swarms of oC other writing men and get away the they made mude For Por who of Indiana's sons sons pure pure minded men of or ink- ink Would sit around a table and look blandly h on STRONG DRINK And nd now across the scented fields where lush the pumpkins grow When through the sycamores you hear r the wimpling Wabash flow The blacksmith lays las aside the talc talo hes he's contracted to write The farmhand pens no sonnet et through the tranquil summer night The ploughman seeks the village store and nC never r casts a n. glance At half-done half Chapter Six ix of or his hl historical romance All tongues oil nil pens are arc paralyzed all utterance Is dumb I Since Sincee to that Fairbanks dinner lInner came m the tie dreadful Dr DEMON ION RUM I I |