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Show The Very Latest. The local political situation appeals very strongly to Smlthflcld Republicans, Republi-cans, and one of them has found it impossible im-possible to express himself except in song. Ite offers the following: TTJNn-'TIT WILLOW." A little bird sat In a box cldor tree, singing Howell. Joo Howell. Joo IIowcll. Bill King Just as well might In IUUIax be singing Howell, Joo Howell, Joo IIo well; For the times am so good that to change them would bo' A fool of a trick close to ln-san-I-ty So I'll go to tho polls vote Republican, seel For Joo Howell, Joo Howell, Joo IIowcll. Now Dicky was hoard to himself sing ono day, McCarty, McCarty, McCarty. A hard man to run agin so people say, this McCarty, McCarty, McCarty. To land tho Judgeship would be excellent tho man from tho south was out of the way Hut I fancy tho ballots when counted will say, . McCarty, McCarty, McCarty. "Jf Now Lyman, doar follow, says he to himself. Mar-tl-neau, Mar-tl-neau, Mar-tl-ncau. You'vo been a good Democrat (?) all through your life Mar-tl-neau, Mar-tl-ncau, Mar-tl-ncau. Tho Senate's the place where you ought to go. Hut tho Ilarbcr was too slick or you wero too slow. Never mind. Lyman, he'll bo coverod with snow, In November, Mar-tl-neau, by Ilullen. |