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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[November 19, 1892.
THE AMERICAN GANYMEDE.
[The extraordinary triumph of Mr. Gkover
Cleveland, Democratic Candidate for the Ameri-
can Presidency, is attributed to a 'general revolt
against the McKinley Bill.]
0 plump and pant-striped boy, upborne,
Like Ganymede of old,
Punch bails you, witb your slack, untorn,
Fast in the Eagle's bold.
It is, indeed, a startling sigbt,
That speculation tarries on j
And it must give an awful fngbt
To Hebe {alias Haebison !)
Up, up to the Olympus, where
The White House spreads its board,
Whirled high through the electoral air,
A boy less long than broad!
He looks not like the Tammany breed,
That with high tariffs dally ;
He proves, this Yankee Ganymede,
The Democratic rally.
This eagle's a colossal fowl,
Like Sindbad's monstrous Roc,
A bird of prey some say, a-prowl
Like that Stymphalian flock,
With iron claws and brazen beak,
Intent to clutch and collar,
Fired with devotion strong, yet weak,
To the Almighty Dollar.
Pooh! Plunder's not his only joy.
He hovered till he saw
" A something-pottle-bodied boy,"
Who spurned McKinley's Law.
He stooped and clutched him, fair and good,
Flew high o'er roof and casement,
Whilst the Republicans all stood
Agape in sheer amazement.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[November 19, 1892.
THE AMERICAN GANYMEDE.
[The extraordinary triumph of Mr. Gkover
Cleveland, Democratic Candidate for the Ameri-
can Presidency, is attributed to a 'general revolt
against the McKinley Bill.]
0 plump and pant-striped boy, upborne,
Like Ganymede of old,
Punch bails you, witb your slack, untorn,
Fast in the Eagle's bold.
It is, indeed, a startling sigbt,
That speculation tarries on j
And it must give an awful fngbt
To Hebe {alias Haebison !)
Up, up to the Olympus, where
The White House spreads its board,
Whirled high through the electoral air,
A boy less long than broad!
He looks not like the Tammany breed,
That with high tariffs dally ;
He proves, this Yankee Ganymede,
The Democratic rally.
This eagle's a colossal fowl,
Like Sindbad's monstrous Roc,
A bird of prey some say, a-prowl
Like that Stymphalian flock,
With iron claws and brazen beak,
Intent to clutch and collar,
Fired with devotion strong, yet weak,
To the Almighty Dollar.
Pooh! Plunder's not his only joy.
He hovered till he saw
" A something-pottle-bodied boy,"
Who spurned McKinley's Law.
He stooped and clutched him, fair and good,
Flew high o'er roof and casement,
Whilst the Republicans all stood
Agape in sheer amazement.