Show UTE M c G By ByI ByR I R Chief U N Dog T I BreathS ODEON ODE PRACTICALLY NOTHING NOTH ING or The Election Epic I. I Three thousand voiceless the posters posters posters pos pos- say Will Vill claim their rights at polls to to- to day With haughty mien the barbs do shout Down with the Greeks well we'll put them out The Greeks come ba back k and fiercely fiercely fierce fierce- ly roar Pooh bah You bar barbs s dont don't know the score Thus loudly back and forth they fight Until it all seems rather trite II Out of the mob came Sam A staunch and mighty man was he To lead the Utes was his desire desire- Of worldly posts he wished none higher his name by petition Running on his own volition A sign he placed within the hall hall hall- for best best of all III The battle batUe rages fierce and long long long- ga b barbs tong Mud's slung fast and furious too And it was all could do doTo doTo doTo To keep his reputation pure I Their very souls they did perjure Barbs and Greeks were each other other- They had no time to fight another IV The polling day came round at last And when the smoke vas was cleared and past They c counted votes to see who who- won a 1 Of votes he had just one Oh why did such a great fine ine fineman fineman ineman man Be classed as just an ran also-ran Cause barbs and Greeks were in inthe inthe the fight fight fight- They did not vote for who was right This el el by and DAKIN I |