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FOUR CANDIDATES FOR SENATOR

To flatter your way to the goad of your hope, O plausible Mr. Perkins,You'll need ten tons of the softest soap And butter a thousand firkins.The soap you could put to a better use In washing your hands of ambitionEre the butter's used for cooking your goose To a beautiful brown condition.

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"The Railroad can't run Stanford." That is so— The tail can't curl the pig; but then, you know,Inside the vegetable-garden's pale The pig will eat more cabbage than the tail.

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When Sargent struts by all the lawmakers say: "Right—left!" It is fair to inferThe right will get left, nor polar the day When he makes that thing to occur.Not so, not so, 'tis a joke, that cry— Foolish and dull and small:He so bores them for votes that they mean to imply He's a drill-Sargent, that is all.

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Gods! what a sight! Astride McClure's broad backEstee jogs round the Senatorial track,The crowd all undecided, as they pass,Whether to cheer the man or cheer the ass.They stop: the man to lower his feet is seenAnd the tired beast, withdrawing from between,Mounts, as they start again, the biped's neck,And scarce the crowd can say which one's on deck.