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Title: At the sign of the dollar
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Irwin, Wallace, 1876-1959
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Publisher: New York, Fox, Duffield & company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ies cry And wring their handkerchee.And a sad bob-cat exclaims, O drat! He never shot at me! So backward, backward from the huntThe monarch lopes once more. The Constitution rides behind And the Big Stick rides before (Which was a rule of precedentIn the reign of Theodore). THE PARTY WAKENERS Senator Yawn and Governor Snore,General Doze and Congressman Bore,Went on the stump with the hope possessedTo waken their party interest. So in Reubensville they hired a hall.Gave a procession to open the ball,Gathered a crowd and began to preachA soothing instalment of campaign speech. Senator Yawn first took the stump And spoke on The Issues of Umpty-ump- ump.Then Governor Snore very eloquent grewOn the Terrible Danger of Doodle-dum- doo. Then General Doze for an hour spoke he On the Growing Importance of Fiddle-dee-dee, And Congressman Bore drew some rainbowstropic On an equally interesting topic. When the speeches were done came a mo-ments pause,And the speakers waited in vain for applause;36
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AT THE SIGN OF THE DOLLAR 37 For their audience lay on the benches, deepIn a trance-like spell of unnatural sleep. Said Senator Yawn to Governor Snore,And General Doze to Congressman Bore, Its a strange, strange thing, but the lack is plainOf popular interest in this campaign. SENATOR COPPERS HOUSE Senator Copper of Tonapah DitchMade a clean billion in minin and sich,Hiked fer Noo York, where his money he blewBuildin a palace in Fift Avenoo. How, sez the Senator, can I look proud-est?Build me a house thatll holler the loudest—None o yer slab-sided, plain mausoleums—Give me the treasures of art and museums; Build it new-fangled, Scalloped and angled,Fine, like a weddin cake garnished with pills; Gents, do your dooty— Trot out yer beauty,Give me my moneys worth—Ill pay thebills. Forty-eight architects came tO consult,Drawin up plans for a splendid result;If the old Senator wanted to pay.Theyd give im Art with a capital A,Every style from the Greeks to the Hindoos,Dago front porc

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