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A LOCAL POLITICIAN FROM AWAY BACK by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY

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First Line: JEDGE IS GOOD AT ARGYIN'--
Last Line: SENCE BACK IN '56.
Subject(s): JUDGES; MONEY; POLITICS & GOVERNMENT;

JEDGE is good at argyin' --
No mistake in that!
Most folks 'at tackles @3him@1
He'll skin 'em like a cat!
You see, the Jedge is read up,
And b'en in politics,
Hand-in-glove, you might say,
Sence back in '56.

Elected to the Shurrif, first,
Then elected Clerk;
Went into lawin' then,
And buckled down to work;
Practised three or four terms,
Then he run for jedge --
Speechified a little 'round,
And went in like a wedge!

Run fer Legislatur' twic't --
Made her, ever' pop!
Keeps on the way he's doin',
Don't know where he'll stop!
Some thinks he's got his eye
On the gov'nership; --
Well, ef he tuk the track,
Guess he'd make the trip.

But I started out to tell ye --
(Now I allus liked @3the man@1 --
Not fer his politics,
But @3social',@1 understan'! --
Fer, 's regards to @3my@1 views,
Political and sich. --
When we come together there
We're purty ap' to hitch) --

Ketched him in at Knox's shop
On'y t'other day --
Gittin' shaved, the Jedge was,
Er somepin' thataway. --
Well, I tetched him up some
On the silver bill: --
Jedge says, "I won't discuss it;"
@3I@1 says, "You @3will!"@1

I-says-ee, "I reckon
You'll concede with me,
@3Coin's@1 the on'y ginuine
Money," I-says-ee;
Says I, "What's a dollar-bill?"
Says I, "What's a ten --
Er forty-'leven hunderd of 'em?
Give us @3specie,@1 then!"

I seed I was a-gittin'
The Jedge kind o' red
Around the gills. He hawked some
And cle'red his throat and said --
"Facts is too complicated
'Bout the bill in view,"
Squirmed and told the barber then
He wisht he'd hurry through.

'Ll, then, I knowed I had him, --
And the crowd around the fire
Was all a-winkin' at me,
As the barber raised him higher --
Says I, "jedge, what's a dollar? --
Er a half-un," I-says-ee --
"What's a @3quarter?@1 -- What's a @3dime?"@1
"What's @3cents?"@1 says he.

W'y, I had him fairly b'ilin'!
"You needn't comb my hair,"
He says to the barber --
"I want fresh air;"
And you'd 'a' died a-laughin'
To 'a' seed him grab his hat,
As I-says-ee, says I, "Judge,
Where you goin' at!"

Jedge is good at argyin',
By-and-large; and yit
Beat him at his own game
And he's going' to git!
And yit the Jedge is read up,
And b'en in politics,
Hand-in-glove, you might say,
Sence back in '56.



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