at once were all so bad
Will mercy pray when once they know that Kansas can get mad!

The people there have stood a lot since first the state began;
They've passed through many trying times as varied seasons ran;
They've had the drouth, survived the flood, and isms good and ill
Have overcome with sturdy heart and never-dying will;
But now with patience broken quite new battles must be won:
And Kansas has her dander up and reaches for her gun!

The Octopus must watch his ways and guard his awful arms,
And keep his eyes peeled mighty close around the Kansas farms;
The days of peace are over there! too long the robber-trust
Has rifled all their pocket-books and left them but a crust;
But Kansas has a sudden way of stopping all the fun,
When once she gets her dander up and reaches for her gun!

"John Brown of Ossawatomie!" There's freedom in the phrase!
St. John with prohibition and old Peffer with his craze!
And now the world is waiting for the fire-works and the sights
When Trusts will get insomnia and lie awake of nights;
For she will take the bakery and capture every bun,
When Kansas gets her dander up and reaches for her gun!

O, bold and reckless financiers! Take warning ere you fall!
You'd better stop awhile and read the writing on the wall!
Your hands are red with human blood, they're dripping human gore,
And by the gods above they swear, you shall not rule them more;
With hands that act, with hearts that dare, she'll get you every one,
For Kansas has her dander up and reaches for her gun!

Caught on the Fly.

The language of love is mostly adjectives of the superlative degree.

At twenty, life is purpose; at thirty, doubt; at forty, philosophy; and
after that, experience.

No woman ever was so much of a woman that she was not still enough of a
child to enjoy being petted and flattered.

Rolling on to Glory.

Rolling on to glory,
Still the old world goes!
Still the ancient story
Of the wants and woes;
Here a little sighing,
There a little song,
Preaching, praying, dying,
Down the ways of wrong!

Rolling on to glory,
Still the old world goes,
Through the battles gory
Of the friends and foes!
Here it sees a vision,
There it gains a truth,
Moving with precision
To immortal youth!

Keep the laughter sunny
As you walk the night:
Nei