VICTIMS
Aldrich, Nelson W.,7American Protective Tariff League,51Bailey, Joseph W.,21,50Baldwin, Simeon E.,55Borah, William E.,33Bourne, Jonathan,8,72Brown, Norris,72Bryan, William J.,55Butt, Maj. Archibald,71Cannon, Joseph G.,9,51,53Clapp, Moses E.,71Clark, Champ.,9,31,55Clark, Clarence D.,70Congress, Members of,32,74Congress, “Ex” Members of,30Consumed, Mrs. Ultimately,39Crane, W. Murray,52Crawford, Coe I.,71Cummins, Albert B.,62Davis, Jeff,10Dixon, Joseph M.,70Fisher, Walter L.,12,73Folk, Joseph W.,55Foss, Eugene N.,55Gardner, Augustus P.,13Garfield, James R.,6Gaynor, William J.,55Guggenheim, Simon,47Harmon, Judson,31,55Heyburn, Weldon B.,33,73High Cost of Living,39Hill, Ebenezer J.,11Hilles, Charles D.,14,34Hines, Edward,38Hitchcock, Frank H.,14,61Houser, Walter L.,72Knox, Philander C.,17La Follette, Robert M.,6,18,31,62,71Lehmann, Frederic W.,49Lloyd, James T.,50Lodge, Henry Cabot,13,52Lorimer, William,38MacVeagh, Franklin,19Mann, James R.,16Marshall, Thomas B.,55Meyer, George von L.,19Nagel, Charles,20Norris, George W.,72Owen, Robert L.,21Payne, Sereno E.,26Penrose, Boies,67,70Pinchot, Gifford,6,22,48Reciprocity, Canadian,35Roosevelt, Theodore,6,37Root, Elihu,24Sherman, James S.,25,60,66,69Smoot, Reed,70Stephenson, Isaac,15,38Stimson, Henry L.,25,60Taft, William H.,8,12,18,25,26,29,31,34,51,62Tariff,7,27,35,39,51,63Tariff Board,51Taylor, Robert L.,36Tilson, John Q.,23Underwood, Oscar W.,27,55Vreeland, Edward B.,28Warren, Francis E.,70White House, The,5Wickersham, George W.,29,54Wiley, Harvey W.,29Wilson, James,29Wilson, Woodrow,31,55
This is the house that Jack(ought to have) Built.
This is the house that Jack(ought to have) Built.
This is the house that Jack(ought to have) Built.
This is the house that Jack(ought to have) Built.
This is the house that Jack
(ought to have) Built.
Beat ’em up, beat ’em up, progressive man,So we will, Bobby, as fast as we can;We’ll beat ’em and kick ’em and mark ’em N. G.,Yours truly, T. R., Jimmie G. and Giff P.
Beat ’em up, beat ’em up, progressive man,So we will, Bobby, as fast as we can;We’ll beat ’em and kick ’em and mark ’em N. G.,Yours truly, T. R., Jimmie G. and Giff P.
Beat ’em up, beat ’em up, progressive man,So we will, Bobby, as fast as we can;We’ll beat ’em and kick ’em and mark ’em N. G.,Yours truly, T. R., Jimmie G. and Giff P.
Beat ’em up, beat ’em up, progressive man,So we will, Bobby, as fast as we can;We’ll beat ’em and kick ’em and mark ’em N. G.,Yours truly, T. R., Jimmie G. and Giff P.
Beat ’em up, beat ’em up, progressive man,
So we will, Bobby, as fast as we can;
We’ll beat ’em and kick ’em and mark ’em N. G.,
Yours truly, T. R., Jimmie G. and Giff P.
A Is for Aldrich, of fame and renown,Whose tariff bill still is the talk of the town.
A Is for Aldrich, of fame and renown,Whose tariff bill still is the talk of the town.
A Is for Aldrich, of fame and renown,Whose tariff bill still is the talk of the town.
A Is for Aldrich, of fame and renown,Whose tariff bill still is the talk of the town.
A Is for Aldrich, of fame and renown,
Whose tariff bill still is the talk of the town.
B Is for Bourne, of third term repute,Now with the Taft boom engaged in dispute.
B Is for Bourne, of third term repute,Now with the Taft boom engaged in dispute.
B Is for Bourne, of third term repute,Now with the Taft boom engaged in dispute.
B Is for Bourne, of third term repute,Now with the Taft boom engaged in dispute.
B Is for Bourne, of third term repute,
Now with the Taft boom engaged in dispute.
C Is for Cannon, or Clark, as you please,Czars before whom all fall on their knees.
C Is for Cannon, or Clark, as you please,Czars before whom all fall on their knees.
C Is for Cannon, or Clark, as you please,Czars before whom all fall on their knees.
C Is for Cannon, or Clark, as you please,Czars before whom all fall on their knees.
C Is for Cannon, or Clark, as you please,
Czars before whom all fall on their knees.
D Is for Davis, of Ozark, b’gum,Who has just been “bridled” and now stays t’hum.
D Is for Davis, of Ozark, b’gum,Who has just been “bridled” and now stays t’hum.
D Is for Davis, of Ozark, b’gum,Who has just been “bridled” and now stays t’hum.
D Is for Davis, of Ozark, b’gum,Who has just been “bridled” and now stays t’hum.
D Is for Davis, of Ozark, b’gum,
Who has just been “bridled” and now stays t’hum.
E Is for Ebenezer, with billiard ball head,If t’were not white t’would probably be red.
E Is for Ebenezer, with billiard ball head,If t’were not white t’would probably be red.
E Is for Ebenezer, with billiard ball head,If t’were not white t’would probably be red.
E Is for Ebenezer, with billiard ball head,If t’were not white t’would probably be red.
E Is for Ebenezer, with billiard ball head,
If t’were not white t’would probably be red.
F Is for Fisher, President Taft’s “hope;”Giff is now handing out only soft soap.
F Is for Fisher, President Taft’s “hope;”Giff is now handing out only soft soap.
F Is for Fisher, President Taft’s “hope;”Giff is now handing out only soft soap.
F Is for Fisher, President Taft’s “hope;”Giff is now handing out only soft soap.
F Is for Fisher, President Taft’s “hope;”
Giff is now handing out only soft soap.
G Is for Gardner, his daddy’s named Lodge;Mention it to Gus, and Gussie will dodge.
G Is for Gardner, his daddy’s named Lodge;Mention it to Gus, and Gussie will dodge.
G Is for Gardner, his daddy’s named Lodge;Mention it to Gus, and Gussie will dodge.
G Is for Gardner, his daddy’s named Lodge;Mention it to Gus, and Gussie will dodge.
G Is for Gardner, his daddy’s named Lodge;
Mention it to Gus, and Gussie will dodge.
H Is for Hitchcock, or Hilles, both goodTo run a campaign, if either one would.
H Is for Hitchcock, or Hilles, both goodTo run a campaign, if either one would.
H Is for Hitchcock, or Hilles, both goodTo run a campaign, if either one would.
H Is for Hitchcock, or Hilles, both goodTo run a campaign, if either one would.
H Is for Hitchcock, or Hilles, both good
To run a campaign, if either one would.
I Is for Isaac, a Biblical name;“Ask and ye shall receive”—He knows that game.
I Is for Isaac, a Biblical name;“Ask and ye shall receive”—He knows that game.
I Is for Isaac, a Biblical name;“Ask and ye shall receive”—He knows that game.
I Is for Isaac, a Biblical name;“Ask and ye shall receive”—He knows that game.
I Is for Isaac, a Biblical name;
“Ask and ye shall receive”—He knows that game.
J Is for Jimmie, guess it, if you can;You will find he is somewhat of a Mann.
J Is for Jimmie, guess it, if you can;You will find he is somewhat of a Mann.
J Is for Jimmie, guess it, if you can;You will find he is somewhat of a Mann.
J Is for Jimmie, guess it, if you can;You will find he is somewhat of a Mann.
J Is for Jimmie, guess it, if you can;
You will find he is somewhat of a Mann.
K Is for Knox, not knocking, you know,Whose dollar diplomacy is now all the go.
K Is for Knox, not knocking, you know,Whose dollar diplomacy is now all the go.
K Is for Knox, not knocking, you know,Whose dollar diplomacy is now all the go.
K Is for Knox, not knocking, you know,Whose dollar diplomacy is now all the go.
K Is for Knox, not knocking, you know,
Whose dollar diplomacy is now all the go.
L Is for La Follette, a whirlwind for talk,Whose Presidential boom Taft hopes to balk.
L Is for La Follette, a whirlwind for talk,Whose Presidential boom Taft hopes to balk.
L Is for La Follette, a whirlwind for talk,Whose Presidential boom Taft hopes to balk.
L Is for La Follette, a whirlwind for talk,Whose Presidential boom Taft hopes to balk.
L Is for La Follette, a whirlwind for talk,
Whose Presidential boom Taft hopes to balk.
M Is for MacVeagh or Meyer, men of means;One represents pork and the other baked beans.
M Is for MacVeagh or Meyer, men of means;One represents pork and the other baked beans.
M Is for MacVeagh or Meyer, men of means;One represents pork and the other baked beans.
M Is for MacVeagh or Meyer, men of means;One represents pork and the other baked beans.
M Is for MacVeagh or Meyer, men of means;
One represents pork and the other baked beans.
N Is for Nagel, from St. Louis town,A Cabineteer who aspires to a gown.
N Is for Nagel, from St. Louis town,A Cabineteer who aspires to a gown.
N Is for Nagel, from St. Louis town,A Cabineteer who aspires to a gown.
N Is for Nagel, from St. Louis town,A Cabineteer who aspires to a gown.
N Is for Nagel, from St. Louis town,
A Cabineteer who aspires to a gown.
O Is for Owen, Sir Robert, the bold,Whose “Isms” made Bailey’s extremities cold.
O Is for Owen, Sir Robert, the bold,Whose “Isms” made Bailey’s extremities cold.
O Is for Owen, Sir Robert, the bold,Whose “Isms” made Bailey’s extremities cold.
O Is for Owen, Sir Robert, the bold,Whose “Isms” made Bailey’s extremities cold.
O Is for Owen, Sir Robert, the bold,
Whose “Isms” made Bailey’s extremities cold.
P Is for Pinchot, a chip off the block;He’s equally good at the boost or the knock.
P Is for Pinchot, a chip off the block;He’s equally good at the boost or the knock.
P Is for Pinchot, a chip off the block;He’s equally good at the boost or the knock.
P Is for Pinchot, a chip off the block;He’s equally good at the boost or the knock.
P Is for Pinchot, a chip off the block;
He’s equally good at the boost or the knock.
Q Is for Quillen, alias John Tilson.Pabst? Schlitz? Anheuser? We have it! Pilsen.
Q Is for Quillen, alias John Tilson.Pabst? Schlitz? Anheuser? We have it! Pilsen.
Q Is for Quillen, alias John Tilson.Pabst? Schlitz? Anheuser? We have it! Pilsen.
Q Is for Quillen, alias John Tilson.Pabst? Schlitz? Anheuser? We have it! Pilsen.
Q Is for Quillen, alias John Tilson.
Pabst? Schlitz? Anheuser? We have it! Pilsen.
R Is for Root, not the root of all evil,To whom the term uplift does not mean upheaval.
R Is for Root, not the root of all evil,To whom the term uplift does not mean upheaval.
R Is for Root, not the root of all evil,To whom the term uplift does not mean upheaval.
R Is for Root, not the root of all evil,To whom the term uplift does not mean upheaval.
R Is for Root, not the root of all evil,
To whom the term uplift does not mean upheaval.
S Is for Sherman, or Stimson. Help! Help!Which one will Taft take unto himself?
S Is for Sherman, or Stimson. Help! Help!Which one will Taft take unto himself?
S Is for Sherman, or Stimson. Help! Help!Which one will Taft take unto himself?
S Is for Sherman, or Stimson. Help! Help!Which one will Taft take unto himself?
S Is for Sherman, or Stimson. Help! Help!
Which one will Taft take unto himself?
T Is for Taft, or Tariff so high“Which must be revised” (in the sweet bye and bye).
T Is for Taft, or Tariff so high“Which must be revised” (in the sweet bye and bye).
T Is for Taft, or Tariff so high“Which must be revised” (in the sweet bye and bye).
T Is for Taft, or Tariff so high“Which must be revised” (in the sweet bye and bye).
T Is for Taft, or Tariff so high
“Which must be revised” (in the sweet bye and bye).
U Is for Underwood, of stately mien. Oh!His tariff speeches give a pain to Sereno.
U Is for Underwood, of stately mien. Oh!His tariff speeches give a pain to Sereno.
U Is for Underwood, of stately mien. Oh!His tariff speeches give a pain to Sereno.
U Is for Underwood, of stately mien. Oh!His tariff speeches give a pain to Sereno.
U Is for Underwood, of stately mien. Oh!
His tariff speeches give a pain to Sereno.
V Is from Vreeland. Standpatter? You bet!On tariff and bobtails he’s standing still yet.
V Is from Vreeland. Standpatter? You bet!On tariff and bobtails he’s standing still yet.
V Is from Vreeland. Standpatter? You bet!On tariff and bobtails he’s standing still yet.
V Is from Vreeland. Standpatter? You bet!On tariff and bobtails he’s standing still yet.
V Is from Vreeland. Standpatter? You bet!
On tariff and bobtails he’s standing still yet.
W Is for Wickersham, Wiley and Wilson,An adulteration Taft can’t keep still, son.
W Is for Wickersham, Wiley and Wilson,An adulteration Taft can’t keep still, son.
W Is for Wickersham, Wiley and Wilson,An adulteration Taft can’t keep still, son.
W Is for Wickersham, Wiley and Wilson,An adulteration Taft can’t keep still, son.
W Is for Wickersham, Wiley and Wilson,
An adulteration Taft can’t keep still, son.
“X” Is for those who from public life sever;They come and go, We go on forever.
“X” Is for those who from public life sever;They come and go, We go on forever.
“X” Is for those who from public life sever;They come and go, We go on forever.
“X” Is for those who from public life sever;They come and go, We go on forever.
“X” Is for those who from public life sever;
They come and go, We go on forever.
Y Is for “Yes,” the blushing maid’s answer;Candidates always say “Yes” if they can, sir.
Y Is for “Yes,” the blushing maid’s answer;Candidates always say “Yes” if they can, sir.
Y Is for “Yes,” the blushing maid’s answer;Candidates always say “Yes” if they can, sir.
Y Is for “Yes,” the blushing maid’s answer;Candidates always say “Yes” if they can, sir.
Y Is for “Yes,” the blushing maid’s answer;
Candidates always say “Yes” if they can, sir.
Z Is for Zoo, a part of the show;The big show now here is Congress, you know.
Z Is for Zoo, a part of the show;The big show now here is Congress, you know.
Z Is for Zoo, a part of the show;The big show now here is Congress, you know.
Z Is for Zoo, a part of the show;The big show now here is Congress, you know.
Z Is for Zoo, a part of the show;
The big show now here is Congress, you know.
As Bill Heyburn and Bill BorahWere walking out one Sunday,Says Bill Heyburn to Bill Borah,“Tomorrow will be Monday.”
As Bill Heyburn and Bill BorahWere walking out one Sunday,Says Bill Heyburn to Bill Borah,“Tomorrow will be Monday.”
As Bill Heyburn and Bill BorahWere walking out one Sunday,Says Bill Heyburn to Bill Borah,“Tomorrow will be Monday.”
As Bill Heyburn and Bill BorahWere walking out one Sunday,Says Bill Heyburn to Bill Borah,“Tomorrow will be Monday.”
As Bill Heyburn and Bill Borah
Were walking out one Sunday,
Says Bill Heyburn to Bill Borah,
“Tomorrow will be Monday.”
Little Charlie Hilles, first aide to Will, isEating some White House pie;If he puts in his thumb and pulls out this plum,There is nobody here who will cry.
Little Charlie Hilles, first aide to Will, isEating some White House pie;If he puts in his thumb and pulls out this plum,There is nobody here who will cry.
Little Charlie Hilles, first aide to Will, isEating some White House pie;If he puts in his thumb and pulls out this plum,There is nobody here who will cry.
Little Charlie Hilles, first aide to Will, isEating some White House pie;If he puts in his thumb and pulls out this plum,There is nobody here who will cry.
Little Charlie Hilles, first aide to Will, is
Eating some White House pie;
If he puts in his thumb and pulls out this plum,
There is nobody here who will cry.
1. This little pig went to the market.2. This little pig stayed at home.3. This little pig had roast beef.4. This little pig got none.5. This little pig cried wee, wee, all the way home.
1. This little pig went to the market.2. This little pig stayed at home.3. This little pig had roast beef.4. This little pig got none.5. This little pig cried wee, wee, all the way home.
1. This little pig went to the market.2. This little pig stayed at home.3. This little pig had roast beef.4. This little pig got none.5. This little pig cried wee, wee, all the way home.
1. This little pig went to the market.2. This little pig stayed at home.3. This little pig had roast beef.4. This little pig got none.5. This little pig cried wee, wee, all the way home.
1. This little pig went to the market.
2. This little pig stayed at home.
3. This little pig had roast beef.
4. This little pig got none.
5. This little pig cried wee, wee, all the way home.
“Robert, come give me your fiddle,If ever you mean to thrive.”“Nay, I’ll not give my fiddleTo any man alive.If I should give my fiddle,They’ll think that I’ve gone mad,For many a joyful dayMy fiddle and I have had.”
“Robert, come give me your fiddle,If ever you mean to thrive.”“Nay, I’ll not give my fiddleTo any man alive.If I should give my fiddle,They’ll think that I’ve gone mad,For many a joyful dayMy fiddle and I have had.”
“Robert, come give me your fiddle,If ever you mean to thrive.”“Nay, I’ll not give my fiddleTo any man alive.If I should give my fiddle,They’ll think that I’ve gone mad,For many a joyful dayMy fiddle and I have had.”
“Robert, come give me your fiddle,If ever you mean to thrive.”“Nay, I’ll not give my fiddleTo any man alive.
“Robert, come give me your fiddle,
If ever you mean to thrive.”
“Nay, I’ll not give my fiddle
To any man alive.
If I should give my fiddle,They’ll think that I’ve gone mad,For many a joyful dayMy fiddle and I have had.”
If I should give my fiddle,
They’ll think that I’ve gone mad,
For many a joyful day
My fiddle and I have had.”
There was a busy man who lived on a hill,He lives there yet, but not always still.On Tennessee Iron he says he was “wise,”And he’s the ONE man who never tells lies.
There was a busy man who lived on a hill,He lives there yet, but not always still.On Tennessee Iron he says he was “wise,”And he’s the ONE man who never tells lies.
There was a busy man who lived on a hill,He lives there yet, but not always still.On Tennessee Iron he says he was “wise,”And he’s the ONE man who never tells lies.
There was a busy man who lived on a hill,He lives there yet, but not always still.On Tennessee Iron he says he was “wise,”And he’s the ONE man who never tells lies.
There was a busy man who lived on a hill,
He lives there yet, but not always still.
On Tennessee Iron he says he was “wise,”
And he’s the ONE man who never tells lies.
Billy Lorimer picked a peckOf Hines’ splinters;A peck of Hines’ splintersBilly Lorimer picked.If Billy Lorimer picked a peckOf Hines’ splinters,Where’s the peck of Hines’ splintersUncle Isaac picked?
Billy Lorimer picked a peckOf Hines’ splinters;A peck of Hines’ splintersBilly Lorimer picked.If Billy Lorimer picked a peckOf Hines’ splinters,Where’s the peck of Hines’ splintersUncle Isaac picked?
Billy Lorimer picked a peckOf Hines’ splinters;A peck of Hines’ splintersBilly Lorimer picked.If Billy Lorimer picked a peckOf Hines’ splinters,Where’s the peck of Hines’ splintersUncle Isaac picked?
Billy Lorimer picked a peckOf Hines’ splinters;A peck of Hines’ splintersBilly Lorimer picked.If Billy Lorimer picked a peckOf Hines’ splinters,Where’s the peck of Hines’ splintersUncle Isaac picked?
Billy Lorimer picked a peck
Of Hines’ splinters;
A peck of Hines’ splinters
Billy Lorimer picked.
If Billy Lorimer picked a peck
Of Hines’ splinters,
Where’s the peck of Hines’ splinters
Uncle Isaac picked?
OLD MOTHER HUBBARD(Or the Horrible Tale of Mrs. Ultimately Consumed)Old Mother HubbardWent to the cupboardTo get her poor children a bone;But when she came thereThe cupboard was bare,It was plain the shelves held none.
Old Mother HubbardWent to the cupboardTo get her poor children a bone;But when she came thereThe cupboard was bare,It was plain the shelves held none.
Old Mother HubbardWent to the cupboardTo get her poor children a bone;But when she came thereThe cupboard was bare,It was plain the shelves held none.
Old Mother HubbardWent to the cupboardTo get her poor children a bone;But when she came thereThe cupboard was bare,It was plain the shelves held none.
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To get her poor children a bone;
But when she came there
The cupboard was bare,
It was plain the shelves held none.
She went to the baker’sTo buy them some bread,But wheat had gone up,Reciprocity was dead.She went to the joiner’sA coffin to buy,But she found that cremationWas not half so high.
She went to the baker’sTo buy them some bread,But wheat had gone up,Reciprocity was dead.She went to the joiner’sA coffin to buy,But she found that cremationWas not half so high.
She went to the baker’sTo buy them some bread,But wheat had gone up,Reciprocity was dead.She went to the joiner’sA coffin to buy,But she found that cremationWas not half so high.
She went to the baker’sTo buy them some bread,But wheat had gone up,Reciprocity was dead.
She went to the baker’s
To buy them some bread,
But wheat had gone up,
Reciprocity was dead.
She went to the joiner’sA coffin to buy,But she found that cremationWas not half so high.
She went to the joiner’s
A coffin to buy,
But she found that cremation
Was not half so high.
She took a clean dishTo buy them some trout,But the price was so “fishy”She came away without.She went to the ale-houseTo buy them some beer,But the cost of the drinkTook away all the cheer.
She took a clean dishTo buy them some trout,But the price was so “fishy”She came away without.She went to the ale-houseTo buy them some beer,But the cost of the drinkTook away all the cheer.
She took a clean dishTo buy them some trout,But the price was so “fishy”She came away without.She went to the ale-houseTo buy them some beer,But the cost of the drinkTook away all the cheer.
She took a clean dishTo buy them some trout,But the price was so “fishy”She came away without.
She took a clean dish
To buy them some trout,
But the price was so “fishy”
She came away without.
She went to the ale-houseTo buy them some beer,But the cost of the drinkTook away all the cheer.
She went to the ale-house
To buy them some beer,
But the cost of the drink
Took away all the cheer.
She went to the tavernFor white wine and red,But when she had priced it,She took water, instead.She went to the hatter’sTo buy them a hat,But the things that were swellMade her pocket-book flat.
She went to the tavernFor white wine and red,But when she had priced it,She took water, instead.She went to the hatter’sTo buy them a hat,But the things that were swellMade her pocket-book flat.
She went to the tavernFor white wine and red,But when she had priced it,She took water, instead.She went to the hatter’sTo buy them a hat,But the things that were swellMade her pocket-book flat.
She went to the tavernFor white wine and red,But when she had priced it,She took water, instead.
She went to the tavern
For white wine and red,
But when she had priced it,
She took water, instead.
She went to the hatter’sTo buy them a hat,But the things that were swellMade her pocket-book flat.
She went to the hatter’s
To buy them a hat,
But the things that were swell
Made her pocket-book flat.
She went to the barber’sWith wigs to display,She found nothing thereBut a high price “toupee.”She went to the fruiterer’sTo buy them some fruit,But the figures had takenThe aerial route.
She went to the barber’sWith wigs to display,She found nothing thereBut a high price “toupee.”She went to the fruiterer’sTo buy them some fruit,But the figures had takenThe aerial route.
She went to the barber’sWith wigs to display,She found nothing thereBut a high price “toupee.”She went to the fruiterer’sTo buy them some fruit,But the figures had takenThe aerial route.
She went to the barber’sWith wigs to display,She found nothing thereBut a high price “toupee.”
She went to the barber’s
With wigs to display,
She found nothing there
But a high price “toupee.”
She went to the fruiterer’sTo buy them some fruit,But the figures had takenThe aerial route.
She went to the fruiterer’s
To buy them some fruit,
But the figures had taken
The aerial route.
She went to the tailor’sTo buy them a coat,The tailor convinced herThat she was the “goat.”She went to the cobbler’sTo buy them some shoes,It was plain she must giveTo the tariff its dues.She went to the sempstressTo buy them some linen,The cost plainly showed herShe was in for a skinnin’.She went to the hosier’sTo buy them some hose,He took what was left,Increasing her woes.The Dame made a curtsey,The Trusts made a bow;The Dame said, “Your servant.”The Trusts said “Kow-tow.”
She went to the tailor’sTo buy them a coat,The tailor convinced herThat she was the “goat.”She went to the cobbler’sTo buy them some shoes,It was plain she must giveTo the tariff its dues.She went to the sempstressTo buy them some linen,The cost plainly showed herShe was in for a skinnin’.She went to the hosier’sTo buy them some hose,He took what was left,Increasing her woes.The Dame made a curtsey,The Trusts made a bow;The Dame said, “Your servant.”The Trusts said “Kow-tow.”
She went to the tailor’sTo buy them a coat,The tailor convinced herThat she was the “goat.”She went to the cobbler’sTo buy them some shoes,It was plain she must giveTo the tariff its dues.She went to the sempstressTo buy them some linen,The cost plainly showed herShe was in for a skinnin’.She went to the hosier’sTo buy them some hose,He took what was left,Increasing her woes.The Dame made a curtsey,The Trusts made a bow;The Dame said, “Your servant.”The Trusts said “Kow-tow.”
She went to the tailor’sTo buy them a coat,The tailor convinced herThat she was the “goat.”
She went to the tailor’s
To buy them a coat,
The tailor convinced her
That she was the “goat.”
She went to the cobbler’sTo buy them some shoes,It was plain she must giveTo the tariff its dues.
She went to the cobbler’s
To buy them some shoes,
It was plain she must give
To the tariff its dues.
She went to the sempstressTo buy them some linen,The cost plainly showed herShe was in for a skinnin’.
She went to the sempstress
To buy them some linen,
The cost plainly showed her
She was in for a skinnin’.
She went to the hosier’sTo buy them some hose,He took what was left,Increasing her woes.
She went to the hosier’s
To buy them some hose,
He took what was left,
Increasing her woes.
The Dame made a curtsey,The Trusts made a bow;The Dame said, “Your servant.”The Trusts said “Kow-tow.”
The Dame made a curtsey,
The Trusts made a bow;
The Dame said, “Your servant.”
The Trusts said “Kow-tow.”
Then Old Mother HubbardWent back to the cupboardWhere she had sought for a bone;And she said, “I declare,It will have to stay bare,”So the poor little children got none.
Then Old Mother HubbardWent back to the cupboardWhere she had sought for a bone;And she said, “I declare,It will have to stay bare,”So the poor little children got none.
Then Old Mother HubbardWent back to the cupboardWhere she had sought for a bone;And she said, “I declare,It will have to stay bare,”So the poor little children got none.
Then Old Mother HubbardWent back to the cupboardWhere she had sought for a bone;And she said, “I declare,It will have to stay bare,”So the poor little children got none.
Then Old Mother Hubbard
Went back to the cupboard
Where she had sought for a bone;
And she said, “I declare,
It will have to stay bare,”
So the poor little children got none.
Little Simon met a Sly ManGoing to Alaska;Says Little Simon to the Sly Man,“What is there, I ask you?”Says the Sly Man to Little Simon,“There’s copper there in plenty.”Says Little Simon to the Sly Man,“Of coppers I have many.”Little Simon had six brothersWho saw what there was in it;They sent the Sly Man to Alaska—Little Simon to the Senate.
Little Simon met a Sly ManGoing to Alaska;Says Little Simon to the Sly Man,“What is there, I ask you?”Says the Sly Man to Little Simon,“There’s copper there in plenty.”Says Little Simon to the Sly Man,“Of coppers I have many.”Little Simon had six brothersWho saw what there was in it;They sent the Sly Man to Alaska—Little Simon to the Senate.
Little Simon met a Sly ManGoing to Alaska;Says Little Simon to the Sly Man,“What is there, I ask you?”Says the Sly Man to Little Simon,“There’s copper there in plenty.”Says Little Simon to the Sly Man,“Of coppers I have many.”Little Simon had six brothersWho saw what there was in it;They sent the Sly Man to Alaska—Little Simon to the Senate.
Little Simon met a Sly ManGoing to Alaska;Says Little Simon to the Sly Man,“What is there, I ask you?”
Little Simon met a Sly Man
Going to Alaska;
Says Little Simon to the Sly Man,
“What is there, I ask you?”
Says the Sly Man to Little Simon,“There’s copper there in plenty.”Says Little Simon to the Sly Man,“Of coppers I have many.”
Says the Sly Man to Little Simon,
“There’s copper there in plenty.”
Says Little Simon to the Sly Man,
“Of coppers I have many.”
Little Simon had six brothersWho saw what there was in it;They sent the Sly Man to Alaska—Little Simon to the Senate.
Little Simon had six brothers
Who saw what there was in it;
They sent the Sly Man to Alaska—
Little Simon to the Senate.
Little G. P.Went to sea,In an open boat;The little boat bended—My story’s ended.
Little G. P.Went to sea,In an open boat;The little boat bended—My story’s ended.
Little G. P.Went to sea,In an open boat;The little boat bended—My story’s ended.
Little G. P.Went to sea,In an open boat;The little boat bended—My story’s ended.
Little G. P.
Went to sea,
In an open boat;
The little boat bended—
My story’s ended.
There was a fat man from St. Lou-ay,Sat trust-busting one sunshiny day;For the press he had naught,Though steel was his thought,Which vex’d the fat man from St. Lou-ay.
There was a fat man from St. Lou-ay,Sat trust-busting one sunshiny day;For the press he had naught,Though steel was his thought,Which vex’d the fat man from St. Lou-ay.
There was a fat man from St. Lou-ay,Sat trust-busting one sunshiny day;For the press he had naught,Though steel was his thought,Which vex’d the fat man from St. Lou-ay.
There was a fat man from St. Lou-ay,Sat trust-busting one sunshiny day;For the press he had naught,Though steel was his thought,Which vex’d the fat man from St. Lou-ay.
There was a fat man from St. Lou-ay,
Sat trust-busting one sunshiny day;
For the press he had naught,
Though steel was his thought,
Which vex’d the fat man from St. Lou-ay.
A dillar, a dollarA 12 o’clock scholar,We like the Senate’s gall;It’s coming now at 2 o’clock—Why does it come at all?
A dillar, a dollarA 12 o’clock scholar,We like the Senate’s gall;It’s coming now at 2 o’clock—Why does it come at all?
A dillar, a dollarA 12 o’clock scholar,We like the Senate’s gall;It’s coming now at 2 o’clock—Why does it come at all?
A dillar, a dollarA 12 o’clock scholar,We like the Senate’s gall;It’s coming now at 2 o’clock—Why does it come at all?
A dillar, a dollar
A 12 o’clock scholar,
We like the Senate’s gall;
It’s coming now at 2 o’clock—
Why does it come at all?
Jimmie Lloyd, a Congressman,Came back to WashingtonOn Democratic victory feeling vain;He stepped in a patronage muddle,Like a Missouri toll-road puddle,And he swears he’ll ne’er do that again.
Jimmie Lloyd, a Congressman,Came back to WashingtonOn Democratic victory feeling vain;He stepped in a patronage muddle,Like a Missouri toll-road puddle,And he swears he’ll ne’er do that again.
Jimmie Lloyd, a Congressman,Came back to WashingtonOn Democratic victory feeling vain;He stepped in a patronage muddle,Like a Missouri toll-road puddle,And he swears he’ll ne’er do that again.
Jimmie Lloyd, a Congressman,Came back to WashingtonOn Democratic victory feeling vain;He stepped in a patronage muddle,Like a Missouri toll-road puddle,And he swears he’ll ne’er do that again.
Jimmie Lloyd, a Congressman,
Came back to Washington
On Democratic victory feeling vain;
He stepped in a patronage muddle,
Like a Missouri toll-road puddle,
And he swears he’ll ne’er do that again.
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any pull?The Tariff Board is after the rates on Wool:Yes, we have stand-patters and the A. P. T. L.,While presidential vetoes are doing very well.
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any pull?The Tariff Board is after the rates on Wool:Yes, we have stand-patters and the A. P. T. L.,While presidential vetoes are doing very well.
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any pull?The Tariff Board is after the rates on Wool:Yes, we have stand-patters and the A. P. T. L.,While presidential vetoes are doing very well.
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any pull?The Tariff Board is after the rates on Wool:Yes, we have stand-patters and the A. P. T. L.,While presidential vetoes are doing very well.
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any pull?
The Tariff Board is after the rates on Wool:
Yes, we have stand-patters and the A. P. T. L.,
While presidential vetoes are doing very well.
Cabot and Murray each separately delveOn their own little jobs ’till the clock strikes 12;Then up starts Cabot and looks far away,“Oh, brother Murray, we are both from Back Bay!”“Yes,” says Murray, choking, by stealth,“Until Adjournment—then each for himself.”
Cabot and Murray each separately delveOn their own little jobs ’till the clock strikes 12;Then up starts Cabot and looks far away,“Oh, brother Murray, we are both from Back Bay!”“Yes,” says Murray, choking, by stealth,“Until Adjournment—then each for himself.”
Cabot and Murray each separately delveOn their own little jobs ’till the clock strikes 12;Then up starts Cabot and looks far away,“Oh, brother Murray, we are both from Back Bay!”“Yes,” says Murray, choking, by stealth,“Until Adjournment—then each for himself.”
Cabot and Murray each separately delveOn their own little jobs ’till the clock strikes 12;Then up starts Cabot and looks far away,“Oh, brother Murray, we are both from Back Bay!”“Yes,” says Murray, choking, by stealth,“Until Adjournment—then each for himself.”
Cabot and Murray each separately delve
On their own little jobs ’till the clock strikes 12;
Then up starts Cabot and looks far away,
“Oh, brother Murray, we are both from Back Bay!”
“Yes,” says Murray, choking, by stealth,
“Until Adjournment—then each for himself.”
Old King Joe was a merry old soul,And a merry old soul was he;He called for his smoke,And his highball, too,And he called for his cronies three.And every crony had a very good hand,And a very fine hand had he;“Tweedle dee, tweedle dee,” said Old King Joe,“Oh, there’s none so rare as can compareWith a stand-pat hand. Give me three.”
Old King Joe was a merry old soul,And a merry old soul was he;He called for his smoke,And his highball, too,And he called for his cronies three.And every crony had a very good hand,And a very fine hand had he;“Tweedle dee, tweedle dee,” said Old King Joe,“Oh, there’s none so rare as can compareWith a stand-pat hand. Give me three.”
Old King Joe was a merry old soul,And a merry old soul was he;He called for his smoke,And his highball, too,And he called for his cronies three.And every crony had a very good hand,And a very fine hand had he;“Tweedle dee, tweedle dee,” said Old King Joe,“Oh, there’s none so rare as can compareWith a stand-pat hand. Give me three.”
Old King Joe was a merry old soul,And a merry old soul was he;He called for his smoke,And his highball, too,And he called for his cronies three.And every crony had a very good hand,And a very fine hand had he;“Tweedle dee, tweedle dee,” said Old King Joe,“Oh, there’s none so rare as can compareWith a stand-pat hand. Give me three.”
Old King Joe was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his smoke,
And his highball, too,
And he called for his cronies three.
And every crony had a very good hand,
And a very fine hand had he;
“Tweedle dee, tweedle dee,” said Old King Joe,
“Oh, there’s none so rare as can compare
With a stand-pat hand. Give me three.”
There was a man from New York Town,And he was wondrous wise;He raked in sheckles by the poundFrom trusts, and closed his eyes.But he came down to WashingtonAnd with all his might and main,He jumped into so many trusts,He gave them all a pain.
There was a man from New York Town,And he was wondrous wise;He raked in sheckles by the poundFrom trusts, and closed his eyes.But he came down to WashingtonAnd with all his might and main,He jumped into so many trusts,He gave them all a pain.
There was a man from New York Town,And he was wondrous wise;He raked in sheckles by the poundFrom trusts, and closed his eyes.But he came down to WashingtonAnd with all his might and main,He jumped into so many trusts,He gave them all a pain.
There was a man from New York Town,And he was wondrous wise;He raked in sheckles by the poundFrom trusts, and closed his eyes.
There was a man from New York Town,
And he was wondrous wise;
He raked in sheckles by the pound
From trusts, and closed his eyes.
But he came down to WashingtonAnd with all his might and main,He jumped into so many trusts,He gave them all a pain.
But he came down to Washington
And with all his might and main,
He jumped into so many trusts,
He gave them all a pain.
Ten little candidates in presidential line—One got bashful, and then there were nine.
Ten little candidates in presidential line—One got bashful, and then there were nine.
Ten little candidates in presidential line—One got bashful, and then there were nine.
Ten little candidates in presidential line—One got bashful, and then there were nine.
Ten little candidates in presidential line—
One got bashful, and then there were nine.
Nine little candidates tried to frame a slate—One backed out, and then there were eight.
Nine little candidates tried to frame a slate—One backed out, and then there were eight.
Nine little candidates tried to frame a slate—One backed out, and then there were eight.
Nine little candidates tried to frame a slate—One backed out, and then there were eight.
Nine little candidates tried to frame a slate—
One backed out, and then there were eight.
Eight little candidates for political heaven—One hit a primary, and then there were seven.
Eight little candidates for political heaven—One hit a primary, and then there were seven.
Eight little candidates for political heaven—One hit a primary, and then there were seven.
Eight little candidates for political heaven—One hit a primary, and then there were seven.
Eight little candidates for political heaven—
One hit a primary, and then there were seven.
Seven little candidates went to fixing sticks—One got hurt, and then there were six.
Seven little candidates went to fixing sticks—One got hurt, and then there were six.
Seven little candidates went to fixing sticks—One got hurt, and then there were six.
Seven little candidates went to fixing sticks—One got hurt, and then there were six.
Seven little candidates went to fixing sticks—
One got hurt, and then there were six.
Six little candidates monkeyed with a hive—One got stung, and then there were five.
Six little candidates monkeyed with a hive—One got stung, and then there were five.
Six little candidates monkeyed with a hive—One got stung, and then there were five.
Six little candidates monkeyed with a hive—One got stung, and then there were five.
Six little candidates monkeyed with a hive—
One got stung, and then there were five.
Five little candidates tried to take the floor—One got stepped on, and then there were four.
Five little candidates tried to take the floor—One got stepped on, and then there were four.
Five little candidates tried to take the floor—One got stepped on, and then there were four.
Five little candidates tried to take the floor—One got stepped on, and then there were four.
Five little candidates tried to take the floor—
One got stepped on, and then there were four.