Wheat Vs. Silver

What mak es poor Bryan wipe his eye, And beat his breast and frequent sigh, And teil his folks he'd like to die? 'Tis wheat, 'Tis8ilver. What mak es hls party friends declare Their cause is smashed beyond repair; What makes them so profusely swear? 'Tis wheat, 'Tis silver. What makes "toiling masses" all Poor William J. a humbUK cali, Who trled to hunco them last fall? 'Tis wheat, 'Tissilver. Has he not preached frotn day to day, That wheat and silver, come what may, Ijike Siamese twins together stay? He has, He has. Whosc price goes np while farmers sav, "Lo, things at last have come our way, Three cheers for us- liooray, hooray?" Wheat's price- Not Bllver's, Whose price, in spite of Bryan 's fïown, Goes down and down anddown and down, And down and down and down and down.' Sil ver's price - Not wheat's. - W. H. MoEIroy in Ilochester Post-Exprcss. "Out of the past Grand Opera Iïouso, the .Vtheiw theati'e wül be transjormed" says t'lie Anu Arbor OouTier. It is a past gratMl, but it tLiTvov was a Xïble Grand in the world.-