The Liberal, Volume I, Number 42, 4 February 1893 — WOULD-BE WIT. [ARTICLE]
WOULD-BE WIT.
IN MEMORIUM. Dedicated to the memory of those boodlers who fell in the late unpleasantness. They stopped on the corners all day long, The flesh was weak, but the mouth was strong; Still when it came to a matter of fight, Not a son-of-a-gun was there in sight. - The Hawaiian grumbler is suffering his hardest situation for he now has nothing to grumble at. The Bulletin's growling and grunting and making a kick. Sawed-off Daniel, the Editor's inclined to feel sick. Perhaps like friend "Friday" and the rest of the clique, He's found that the enemys' deucedly slick. What do you often drop, yet very seldom stoop to pick up? A hint. Bravely the gin-soaked warriors fled, Quickley the "bad men from Bitter Creek" sped. So in the end there was no bloodshed. By Wilson's three hundred. H. CAPER.