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Show Raphael Lopez and the - Mexican Embroglto. (Rambler In Park City Record.) They say" the secret now is out About Lopez, the scamp Who left a bloody trail behind, In Bingham mining camp. And don't be fool enough to think That he gave up the ghost Behind the bulkheads in tho mine, As somo wero wpnt to boast. He hit tho trail across the sands, And beat It good and hard; And never stopped to say good-bye, Or leave his business card. And now the track is lost to view 'Twas never very plain, 'Till Mexico was reached, nnd then The stago is set again. Tho guns were popping right and left And Lopez gasped In awe; "Well what Is all thlB how-de-do? I thought I left Utah I" It chanced to bo a picture play, Enacted true to life; Between two bands of Mexicans, In sanguinary strife. Jim Bailey was the picture man, Who staged tho play, nnd he Caught sight of Lopez with his guns, And grasped his hand in glee. "You'r just the man I'm looking for;" Said Jim in ecstacy; ' You fill the bill for villain well, And you can name your fee." And when they struck & partnership, The people fairly raged, To see tho Lopez picture plays, Wherever they were staged. "Now Jim" said Lopez, "don't you think, These trashy playB are tame? I'm In for something true to life-Let's life-Let's try another game." "Let's get tho heads of government And armies in the show In bloody combat, steaming hot 'Right off the bat' you know." They made a date with Huerta whom They thought would call tho bluff, They'd pledge him half the rakcoff if He'd start the proper stuff. "You know that you are in the soup .With nnnn tn hnln Vftl.ffutk - -.. You haven't got the spunk nor steam To land a healthy clout" "Now listen what we guys have got' Before you start to run; We'll guarantee a million clear, If you will start the fun." "Wo are tho moving picture men From o'er tho Rio Grande; Wo wish to stage a play that makes Your hair curl understand?" "And if you don't like Uncle Sam, And hate the gringo pest, Just take a stick and tickle up The 'U. S. hornet nest." He tumbled to the little game, And pinched those boys in blue He would not then salute the flag, As he was bid to do And then the charge of Vera Cruz Our Jackies bore the brunt; While Jim and Lopez plied their trade A moving picture stunt. |