THE TWO BALLOTS.
Along in November, when chill was the weather, Two ballots were cast in a box together ; They nestled up close like brother to brother, You couldn’t tell one of the votes from the other. Refrain. Both of them were rum votes, They indorsed the license plan ; One was cast by a brewer, And one by a Sunday School man. The Sunday School man, no man could be truer, Kept busy all summer denouncing the brewer; But the fever cooled off with the change of the weather, And late in the autumn they voted together. The Sunday School man had always been noted For fighting saloons, except when he voted; lie piled up his prayers with holy perfection, Then kicked them all do a n on the day of election. The foxy old brewer was cheerful and mellow ; Says he, “I admire that Sunday School fellow ; He’s true to his church —to his party he’s truer; He talks for the Lord, but he votes for the brewer.”
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White Ribbon, Volume 21, Issue 249, 18 March 1916, Page 11
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169THE TWO BALLOTS. White Ribbon, Volume 21, Issue 249, 18 March 1916, Page 11
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