"MEDDLERS"

Evening Post, Volume CIV, Issue 49, 26 August 1922, Page 4

"MEDDLERS"

A PROSE-RHYME

(By Walt'.Maspn,)

-We've Made this country dry as bones, the bars are doted, pur drink is rain; the thirsty, ones put up their groans, and beg refreshment* all in vain. We've made this land a desert dry, and even camels find it bum; we whistlesi'Coming Through the Bye," but there's no rye through which to come. But we're not satisfied with thit; we'll go abroad with our reforms; we're out to spoil old'England'* bliss, and kick up many nasty Btorms. We've sealed up these United , States as , tight as any Kansas gradj and now we send our windy skates to make the Britons'fighting'mad'. /And if we have our way, gadzooks, fair Albion will hit the dump: the belted barons, earls and dukes, will draw their bitters from the pump. No liquors, pale or pink, will irrigate the Britons' throats j and how they'll bless us as they drink some flagons • from the castle moats! ■ How popular we all will be, when we've worked ont the schemes we plan, in every land across the sea,' with tactics of the.Butt-In clan! We'll go to England as of old, to, rubber round and see the sights; and there our .welcome .will be cold; we interfered with all their rights. ' And when we've wiped, out England!! gins, and closed ''up every whisky coop, and barked.a lot.of friendly shins, well go to Scotland with a whoop./ For there is made a famous brand of toddy that invites the so,ul; and we must see that toddy canned, and put the makers in the hole. And if they ride us on a. rail, we'll still march on with victor tread; we'll know we've struck the weJlknown nail upon'its justly famous head. We've always known the Scotch as friends, but. kindly thought* of will flee; for every trace of - friendship'.,.e~nSs,.' when our fierce meddlers cross the sea. We'll take a little trip to France, before • our ardour disappears;"for there w» have a gorgeous chance'to set the people by the ears. The Frenchmen love their glass of wine, it helps them play;their earthly games; but.we will show them men are swine who pour such stuff into their frames. And if they/ rave around' and : swear, .■ it' won't disturb ■: us for a day;, Buttinski is the name we bear, and We must go our destined way. . : :•-,,.W* once had friends, on• every shore, on x every island-,;'every" cape; 'alas, they'll be our friends no more—they are not mashed upon.our shape.■•..• ■ We once considered it the best to do our rioting at home; but, now we travel east and west tojswat some stranger on. the, dome.' We mix ' in-. every neighbour's brawl, we leave bur work to hunt 'for strife; we figure that exceeding gall is all that lends a zest to life. There is a halo o'er our brow, but spine of us^etwt our fame) for all the nations hate us now, since >we hays ■Worked our meddling game. .. t !-Ffym Judge (New> York)* •