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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357577" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Git-Yer-Gun</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus it happened .... Let me mention, lest I raise an unsought quarrel,<br>This occurred in times long vanished, in the land of Git-yer-gun.<br>'Tis a quaint, unlikely story; some folk say it has a moral;<br>But that's a little matter you may settle when I'm done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Mr. Foodle led a party that was strongly democratic,<br>And it represented people with the Christian name of Bill.<br>And in all his hustings speeches Mr. Foodle was emphatic<br>That his crowd existed solely to uphold the people's will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Mr. Boodle led a party that was Liberal - or Tory <br>(Just according to your view-point) - and it represented those<br>Christened (by immersion) Percy, whose hot socks proclaimed their glory;<br>And its policy was such as you may readily supose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So they strove in an election .... (Now, I wish it noted plainly<br>That this happened years ago, and in the land of Git-yer-gun) ....<br>And each side employed its talent to upbraid the other mainly,<br> While the voters cheered them madly, and the crowd enjoyed the fun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Democratic Party (Bill by name) supported Foodle <br>For such was the convention with this quaint old Party Plan <br>While the Tories fought like fury to promote the cause of Boodle,<br>And, of course, the crowd named Percy voted for him to a man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And the others of the nation - all the Johns and Jeremiahs,<br>All the Peters, Pauls and Paddys, all the Colins and Carews,<br>All the Richards and the Roberts, and the Hanks and Hezekiahs<br>Voted for some bloque or other, each according to his views.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then they counted up the numbers, when at last the fight was over,<br>And both Democrats and Tories - Bills and Percys - looked quite sour<br>When the numbers showed them clearly neither party stood in clover;<br>For a few odd Independents held the balance of the power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Mr. Foodle called his Caucus .... And he put it to them plainly:<br>'Never mind the Bills,' said Foodle; 'we have got them in the box.<br>If we would escape extinction 'tis our plan to pander mainly <br>But with caution - to the Percys and the cause of fancy socks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'For,' said Mr. Foodle gravely, 'understand me, votes are needed!<br>How to catch and how to keep them is the question of the hour.<br>Never mind your Public Questions; let the Big Things go unheeded;<br>We must compromise a little if we mean to hold the power.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Mr. Boodle called his Caucus ... And he put it to them clearly'<br>'Gentlemen, ignore the Percys! We have got them in the bag!<br>But the Bills, we must remember, have the votes we covet dearly;<br>And till we contrive to get them we must let the Big Things lag.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So began the op'ning session, with both sides electioneering;<br>Boodle grew more democratic; Foodle watered down his views;<br>Bit by bit they drew together, more and more alike appearing,<br>Till the voters, looking at them, vowed there wasn't much to choose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sometimes Foodle reigned in office, sometimes it was Mr. Boodle.<br>'Twas the Grand Old Party System, for the shibboleth held still.<br>And they vowed that ev'ry voter - (as was plain to any noodle) <br>Must most palpably be Percy if he wasn't christened Bill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Meantime all the Dicks and Davids, all the Johns and Jeremiahs,<br>All the Mats and Pats and Peters, surnamed Smith or Brown or Burke,<br>Shouted with the Ned and Normans and the Hanks and Hezekiahs,<br>'What of those Big Public Questions? When do you begin to work?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Still the factions went on fighting - ('Tis a right that factions cherish) <br>But on one important matter both the parties were agreed;<br>In this world of sin and sorrow Bills may die and Percys perish,<br>But the votes to hold his billet are a politician's need.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Boodle battled strenuously, on his rival's ground encroaching;<br>Fearlessly the Foodle faction sneaked the other Party's views;<br>Full of fight were both opponents; the elections were approaching;<br>And upon mere Public Business none had any time to lose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>With the public patience straining, and quite half the nation scoffing<br>At the Bill and Percy parties, and the voters in despair.<br>Lo, a party led by Doodle rose serenely in the offing;<br>And it said it represented folk who sported Ginger Hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Doodle soon became the fashion: thousands flocked aronud his banner;<br>Scores of Antonys and Arthurs, Joes and Jacobs, Mats and Micks,<br>(Even some stray Bills and Percys renegaded). In like manner<br>Flocked the Hanks and Hezekiahs, and the Davids and the Dicks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>All the Red-haired of the nation joined the mighty Doodle party;<br>And the Brown-haired and the Black-haired and the Grey-haired sought him too;<br>For, they said, 'What does it matter? He has our support most hearty.<br>Never mind what shade your hair is. He will see the Big Things through!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then, when that great Doodle Party swept the polls at next election,<br>What a great rejoicing followed! Heavens, how the people cheered!<br>And the Boodle-Foodle party - (fused for general protection) <br>Was so absolutely routed that it almost disappeared.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>How the Dicks and Davids shouted with the Johns and Jeremiahs:<br>'We don't care what shade his hair is - black or brown or pink or blue!'<br>'Glory!' cried the Mats and Michaels with the Hals and Hezekiahs.<br>'Hail to Doodle! Red-haired Doodle! He will see the Big Things through!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Mr. Dooddle called his Caucus .... And he put it to them tersely:<br>'Gentlemen, it now behoves us, seeing all the votes we've got,<br>To be very, very careful lest we're criticised adversely.<br>Never mind the Red-haired voters; we have got them in the pot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'But,' continued Mr. Doodle, 'there are others - perfect snorters.<br>There's this new Bald-headed Party led by Snoodle! Statesmanship<br>Now demands we do our utmost to win over his supporters.<br>Meantime, gentlemen, I'm thinking we must let the Big Things rip.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Or, if we must tackle something to allay the public clamor,<br>Let us not be over-zealous and this alientate support<br>From our Party when the...Gracious!!!!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I should like to go on telling how they fared; but foreign raiders<br>At this very hour descended on the land of Git-yer-gun;<br>And the Red-heads and the Bald-heads fell beneath the fierce invaders <br>Men who bore aloft a banner blazoned with a Rising Sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And they smote the Pats and Percys, and the Jims and Jeremiahs.<br>Bashed the Doodles, smashed the Snoodles, left the Mats and Micks for dead.<br>Thrust cold steel into the vitals of the Hanks and Hezekiahs,<br>And plugged all the Johns and Jacobs and the Josephs full of lead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thus it happened .... As I've mentioned, some folk think it has a moral.<br>You may judge that little matter, as I said when I began.<br>'Tis to me the simple story of a very ancient quarrel<br>'Mid the Git-yer-gun debaters with their quait old Party Plan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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