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Show "THEY GOTTA QUIT KICKIN' MY i -DAWG ARGUN' " IS OFFICIAL I DEMOCRATIC MISSOURI DITTY D ''- V$ ; N III a yAjfegpl MISSOURI POO SONG E&w.,. .? -jgSU'l ! ytrgr J J J 1 "JJ J L-1 II Every timo I come fa town. The ill boys keep a-lcickin n37 do? aroun. IP Mnkea no diffrence- f 3io IS n boiKi They MM fcotra quit Jjipki'r joy dog uroun tfSt ST. LOUIS, March 3 At last Missouri Mis-souri has s. sLate song. It was not written In response to the offer of a S500 prize for an anthem thnt would fittingly extol the gloiies of the state No, Indeed! This song has been hummed or droned or whined in the Oark mountains for yenrs, but It never left that hilly region until a fow weeks ago Thn it caught on, and its fame Is now nation wide. Go-ernor Go-ernor Wilson tyf New Jereey listened to it on a recent visit to St. Louis, and then docided that Champ Clark, Missouri's faoi'Jle son, was welcome to the song as a" campaign document. The song was giyen a further boost at the Deraocratic.couvention at Jop-llnr Jop-llnr where the words and music were distributed: f "THEY GOTTA Qt)lT KICKIN' MY DAWG AROUN'." (Missouri's StaCe Song.) Wunst me' 'n' Lem Briggs 'n' ol' Bill Brown ' 4 Tuk a load of cawn totown, An' ol Jim dawg, the onry cuss Ho jes' nacholly follciod us. CHORUS. I Every time I come to tpwn Wsmwt ii i lecMmnimnim ihiccctb The significance is that tho not profit pro-fit In the space of time and the small number of men employed is larger than that of any other known mine proportioned on samo basis. Without any stop or hindrance other than fro.en weather impeding the operations op-erations of the mlllo tho production Tho hojs keep klckin' my dawg Wg aroun . ; S Makes no difference ,tf he Is a houn, ' js They got ta quit kickin' my dawg i mfc,. aroun.' j "' As we driv' past Sam Johnson's store 1 WL Passel o' yaps kem out th' door, J Wiac: When Jim, he stops to smell a box, IBkl They shied, at htm a bunch o' jocks. Ha They tied a tin can to his tail i fijpgti An' run him apasC the county ja. Mr? 'N" that plumb nachelly mado me sore EthJs 'N' -Lem he cussed, 'n B11L he swore. i?i Me 'n Lem, Briggs and ol' Bill Brown n. We lost no time In ajumpln down, jlpMr An' wc wiped them ducks up on th' ifvBke ground' gphste Fer kickin my ol' dawg aroun'. Swifp i Folks say a dawg kaint hold no SmitS'-1 grudge. Kfaa'i But wunstwhen I got too much budge , igOre." Them town ducks tried to do me up, Jsti But they didn't count on ol' Jim's If'on. PUP- ' 5- Jim seed his duty thar an' then, - An he lit into them gentlemen, I An he 3hore mussed up the cotehouso I jfo squaro I JQm With rags n' meat 'n' hide 'n' hair. I 'jW of gold and silver ores continue una- 1M bated at the National mine Th man- H agement is not saying much, rather fc sawing wood, but notwithstanding cv- H cry blast and attack on the interior I H of that ore zone shows the stronger J S and the moro which will be mined in 1 Hfl tho days to corue. National Miner, j B .fr .i I 1 |