The Convention Reflects

Ugh! Good Lord ! Where am I at? What happened ? Great guns ! Take it away ! What's that? Oh my head ! For heaven's sake, gimme a drink ! Lord, Lord, what a time I liad ! Snakes a mile long, all silver ; Blue elephants, with silver mounted usks ; Swinging on silver ropes ; Boy orators, in corn colored trousers And red too boots ; Chewing tar and spitting out Populi8m and platitudes ; Crazy horses pawing up the floor ; Jackasses filling the place full of brays And kicking holes in the roof; Red caps flying through the air; Kabble and ruin climbing the tent poles ; Pale green disaster roosting on the idges ; Strange convolutions of whiskers And red eyes and torehes And knives flashing in the darkness ; Wild yells and hoarse shouts. And riot running riot over itself Chasing auarchy Through pandemonium ; License dragging Liberty Through the mire by the tail ; The people Made the scapegoat For all rnanner of dangerous heresies, And sent scurrying Through the highways and byways ; Democratie principies swung by the hind legs And their brains dashed out Against the tottering timbers of A rotten platform ; Populism stalking through A sickly green swamp To reach up and tip over the Middle kettle of heil ! Ugh! What a night ! What a Silver Knight ! And his uame is Bill Bryan.