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A BA'ITLK OF PObTSlThe WiliUmsp'irt bedfr Bird Vullfjs First Amf,THEM ROARS AN ANSWERTlae Poet of flncr«ili»wn and Ha«h-lngton Caumt-Puuil Practice Plotv Eaiufa.A cruel poetic war is ^raging. See two of the volley**.“Let Her do Oailfgher.^Tne editor of the Williamsport Leader, breaks into poetry as fol lows;Three wise men of the long-eared tribe sat down in consult ail To take the oca p of the Leader scribe Was the subject of modi'a'lon.The clairvoyant a%\ s h* ’« a very good man.Pipes the Mi-rtfl m a m of the shakes; Because I won t cavh that tittlech* r man. He calls me the Prince of Fakes.Lei’s write something bold, the people to startle. Sai* the taird. in accents li^lir\ny*hlag soihey won t know stz ilarter,I can copy, but dare not indite.At •! so to the shf-rifT *t ey gave the j :b A iid he siroie tike a loon from Ban^ker That lit*d fpiii tne 1 -oks cf The Leader’s neb— But tUe ccuo was—Let her go Gaiiegher.BThe Sheriff, who is somewhat of a poet himself, replies with the follow ing effueioD:lou Know.B pp; McCardell stands s!k feet four.And weighs 210 or more,of things very stale and of ma’ters smallThis mossback editor knows th*m all;But in writing on maue^s of importance? great, He fafls ou account of a brain «ess pate;In lacr he's nothing but a great big blow.This Editor McCardell, }Ou know, you know.He publishes a she^t of great renown That comes from a place c tiled Wllllams-Town: The name of this editor cf brawn and brain Is BJppu McCardell,of Gallegber f iu.e;Of all dark deeds he will surely write.But says naughi of Williamsport dynamite;Now scorch this demon, Mr Editor. I trow,For Bipps MeCardel.. you know, you know.He speaks of sheriffs and officials galore.And repeats each time what he said before.For he knows naught better than to berate The cfflcers of both county and s’ate;Oh! western Maryland should be proud of a son That can wield his pen like a gatthog gun;Yes. McCardell la great, but still he can t thr„w Any light on dynamite, you know, you know. Once upon a time, not so long ago.He was named for an office, you know, you know; The p ople thought it no more than right That this '‘Tammany Brave” shoul! make a tight, So he blew his trumpet, so loud and shrill.That its echoes resounded from dynamite hill. Away back to low lands, where tidewaters flow. For Bipps was in It. you know, you know.In the WilPamsport Leader 2 l'ches by 4,He told the people perhaps even more Than the world ever knew of The in as Payne.Of Thomas Peffer and Samuel Patch's fame.Lut c f sell sad words of tongue or pen.The saddest are these: Bipps couldn’t win. Because, McCardell. you’re too blamed slow To be elected to an office, yon know, you know Mocardell. clairvoyant sas your days will end By the fiendish work of some dynamite fiend; And then I trust you win he laid away Along the canal, where the bullfrogs play.Where the little devils from down belowWill welcome you home, where winds don’t blow.That home will suit you. lor you’re a little too8iOW.For this age of enlightenment, you know, you k:ow.Chas. E. Sunn bberiff of Washington county.Rumor has it th%t the editor of Williamsport is practicing target shooting in his leisure hours Capital idea, Mr. Editor, the mosquito season will soon be here, and thenTh.30-32-LoLoLis • a 40Mi50Do6i\
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Hagerstown Mail
Hagerstown, Maryland, US
Fri, May 21, 1897
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