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[Editor's Note:—Our readers have doubt
lessly noticed numerous squlbbs, letters, etc.,
purpoitiug to deal, more or less, with tie fu
ture of the present German Emperor ; but for
the most part these productions will hardly
lind a permanent place in our country's liter
ature; however, we take pleasure in publishing
an epic poem from the pen of one of our Grange
ville citizens, which for careful thought, verbal
accuracy and pleasing rhythm, we feel confident
has not been excelled, if equalled by any of the
aspirants who have sought to place the Kaiser
In the only permanent position which awaits,
him, to-wit: "THE CHAIR OF HELL."]
Author's Note:—The title of the following
poem, with its conclusion, may appear to some,
as hardly consistent with the precepts of Christ
ian Charity; but if we aocept Justice as being
one of the greatest attributes of Divinity, and
its meaning, the giving to everyone that which
is his due, we must conclude that the subject
matter of our i>oem Justifies both its title and
its conclusion, and should not shock the moat
delicate sensibilities.—THE AUTHOR.)
(Copyright, 1018)
When Nero died, long years ago—
'Tls questioned not, he went below,
And made the Journey, it is said,
"In flowiug robe of scarlet red,"
Which matters not at this late date,
He went below, at any rate.
When he arrived at Satan's court,
He was approached by that old sport,
Who questioned him, with the Intent
Of giving up Hell's parliament
To him whose rule, or him whose birth,
Had proved the greatest curse on earth.
To Satan's questions, we surmise,
1'roud Nero made some odd replies,
And doubtless, too, with wolfish grin
Said, "fiend, there never was a sto,
With which you ever tempted me,
But what I did commit for thee;
What I have done, you know quite well,
Has earned the highest seat in hell—
Then Sirrah, show me to the CHAIR,
I wot It is an honour rare."
Now "Nick," no doubt, was some dismayed
At this bold front, which was displayed
By Nero ; and did tremble too,
As the old Roman bored him through
With eyes like beastB, when in blood thlrat
On hapless, living victims burst
"Oh! well," cried Nick, "you need not flout,
There's nothing to get mad about ;
I will retire. Go take my seat,
That Dais near the greatest heat,
All hell must know I did my beat,
And now deserve some needed rest—
But if you fail me, be it known,
From off that chair you will be thrown."
From Eastern Empire thus had come
To hell, a tyrant one whose thumb
Had oft been turned towards the ground.
Regardless of protests around,
As signal for the death of him,
Who had uot pleased the butcher's whim,
Or for the Christian who had won
In combat with a pagan Hun.
Yet this old vlllian, writers tell,
Was far from favourite In hell,
For many times the devils swore
That, never to their pit before.
Had come a fiend who made them quail,
From tip of horn to tip of tail,
Like this besotted tyrant beast.
And damned usurper from the East.
Now Satan had, it is well known,
From highest Heaven once been thrown.
This gave to him a knowledge how
Usurpers could be made to bow
T » rulers in their own domain
O'er which they rightfully should reign.
Free from those noxious elements
Which liestlal, selfish pride ferments,
Then Satan to his nether hell
Retired for rest arid hreathlng spell ;
He cogitated on his burns,
Likewise upon the many turns,
His luck had brought to him of late,
Since banished from his chair of state,
"At last ! he growled, I have the plan
Whereby I'll get mon» hated man
Thnn that old vlllian over there
Who occupies my royal chair;
For Satan was no. fool d'ye mind,
Though centuries in hell confined;
He knew quite well the world above.
For which he had but little love;
Had watched the rulers of that world
And laughed in glee when one was hurled
Down to his boiling, seething pit
And never once resented it.
Till this old bloat câroe rolling down—
Uanrped his chair and took his crown.
But as tbe years went swiftly on,
The time had come to act upon
The scheme, which "Nick" was heard to swear
Dr. W. C. Stalker, the Lewiston den
tist, will visit points in the Salmon
river district on dates as follows:
White Bird, October 6 16.
Freedom, October 17-18.
Lucile, Oetolier 19-20.
Riggins, October 21-30.
Under New and Caretal
Not a Cheap Place to Stop, but
a Good Place where you can Stop
Romm, Me Up
Pursuant to an order made aud en
l( red by the board of county commis
s'.< uers on the 22nd day of
, . . . *"'■/. «M«.
K.tiee is hereby given that on Satur
Gay, the 19 th day of October, h)tv, at
i o'clock P. m„ at the front door of the
court house, of Idaho county, in
Grange ville, Idaho, the board of county
commissioners of Idaho county will of
1 er for sale to the highest and bc.it bid
der for cash, the following described
real property, said property is now
owned by, and in possession ot Idaho
•Minty, to-wit*
Lots 5, 6, block F, Court House ad
I.ots 9, 10, block S, Portland Heights
Lot 7, block 2, Original Town of
Westlake. *
I-ot 9. block 9. Original Town of
Lots 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, block 22, Crom
& Stewart's addition.
North half of lots 1, 2, block 4, north
of North street, in Original Town of
Lot 5, block E, Knob Hill addition to
Lots l, 2, block 4. Fogg's Park add!
tion to Grangeville, Idaho.
Lots 5, 6, 7. 8, block A, Hall's addi
tion to Grangeville, Idaho.
Lots », io, block 11, Lewiston addi
tion to Grangeville.
West 100 feet of block 1 and south
half of east half of east half of west
half of said block 1, Hail's addition.
Dated this 25th day of September,
henry telcher,
Hoard or Comity Commission
Idaho County, Idaho. 44-4t
Clerk of
ers of
Would oust Old Nero from The Chair;
Then while the Roman was asleep.
Sly Nick gave one huge flying leap.
At least a leap, at any rate,
That launched him over Pluto's gate.
Now having gained the world above,
He hastily 'round began to move;
He wandered here, he travelled there,
In fact he roamed most everywhere,
To see if be a babe could find.
That he might train to suit his mind,
Till Anally he picked on one—
A low-browed, squalling, Infant Hun.
This light-haired brat, old Satan took
To train In maxims from his bopk—
Stayed with the cur, until It grew
To know as much as Satan knew—
Then placed him in a sumptuous villa—
Said : "Do from hence my friend Atilla,
Kill, plunder, pillage. I'll applaud,
You'll be for me the Scourge of God."
This fiend obeyed old Satan's will,
Went forth to rob, to burn and kill,
And every land o'er which he trod.
Was known to it as "Scourge of God."
This cruel wretch ami fiendish Hun,
Had ravished nations, one by one.
And was alsmt to pillage Rome,
But was persuaded to go home
By Leo, through whose majesty
He was prevailed to go away,
And leave the Holy City free
From his aoeurst. debauchery—
Which after all is in his favour
Though smacking not of Hunnish flavour.
Atilla died and soon he shared
The glory which had been prepared
For him in hell, when he should land
Among the mob of howling damned,
Where true unto his reputation
He did with slightest hesitation ;
Which tickled Satan, sly old cuss,
Who roared with laughter at the fuss
That Nero made, when on the square,
Atilla kicked him from the chair.
This devil now of hell took charge,
And so to speak, roamed 'round at large,
But somehow Nick seemed feeling blue
At things Atilla failed to do
While yet on earth : for it was plain
That sometimes he had been humane;
So Nick Wuld curse unlucky fate
That gave tills slacker his estate,
And often thought, if he must yield
Unto the soul of man his field,
That soul should be from vlllian who
Could teach him things he never knew,
And one who would beget the hope
That e'en with God he dare to cope.
You see that Nick felt he was curst
In not yet having found the worst
Of men, who had been born to earth
Though he had known them all from birth,
And naturally he felt a pride
In every blackguard who had died ;
Then, if a soul must have his Chair
That soul must with himself compare,
Or him excel, in cruel hate.
Else could riot have his chair of state.
Oue day when Nick was more than blue,
About the course he should pursue,
There fell upon the startled air
A Devils' Chorus near the Chair.
Nick listened, heard, and thought in wonder
Where have 1 heard that sung, By Thunder I
He waits, he looks—then grasps it all—
He must not fly—be dare not call,
And while his ears with pain are wrung,
Atilla from his chair is flung.
While impish throats yell forth what tallies
With Deutcher, Deutcher über Alllee,
And true as death—it was no lark.
Upon that Chair sat Prince Bis-Mark.
Ye gods! said Nick, now there in one,
Half Prussian Hog, the other Hun,
I wonder how, ln hell, I mist him?
I surely did forget to list him,
Now he may do, since he has won
His spurs from The Hoehen-zeller-on,
A house from which I've thought would spring
A ruler fit to be my King ;
However, we will wait awhile,
And see if he will suit our style.
When Bismark had looked over hell
He was not quite so pleased, they tell ;
His anger showed in every glance;
Where are, he yelled, the men of France,
Whom I have slaughtered years ago—
Yen, gloried in their women's woe.
And from their breasts their children tore,
E'en dipped my weenies in their gore—
Are they not here to beg from ME?
Go flud them Sir where e'e they be!
Nick smiled a smile, quite woe-begone,
Said "Chancellor, there is not one
Iu all of hell,, who could by ehauee,
Be named as from the soil of France;
So your desires must be fulfilled
By these damned Huns the French have killed
In that last war your genius planned
Promptly upon his elevation to the position of assistant
retar y of war a "d his taking over of all matters relating to the
i ». -, ~ . Pl T , ^ ® w me
! production and operation of aircraft, Mr. John D. Ryan issued
a statement. Of course his presentation of the airplane situa
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tion was as rosy as it could possibly be written. But instead
of containing an accout of the accomplishments of a vear it
n , , , 1 , ' al 1
sounds like the confident prophesy of one about to enter
the extensive manufacture of aeroplanes,
A single-seated British fighter has been brought to the
United States, and copies of it are being tested.
A French officer in this country has designed three new types
of planes, ' * and they are very promising. ' '
Two other types of machines are being flown, but "they
not so far along" as to prove their success.
One of the new French designs, equiped with a Liberty
motor, has been flying successfully for thirty days.
Orville Wright, Glenn Curtis and others are assisting
on new
Needless to say Mr. Ryan omits nothing calculated to
- ,, , . , con
vey a favorable impression to the country, and his failure to
comment on the performances, or lack of performances, of the
nast year is a tacit admission of the truth of the criticisms of
the senate military committee, et us hope that there will he
a different story to tell at the end of another year.
Director General McAdoo has asked the people of the
try not to use the railroads for unnecessary travel
. * . . , « .. . ~ J
JHSl rptum^cl irOHl R VHCfltlOll ill OftlllonilH.
He had
And carried through with Iron Hand;
So if your wants are o'er swell t
You'll hardlj And them here in hell.
Nick could discern Mark was no fool
But yet he knew Mark could not rule
This hell Nick loved, no more than they
Who tried it in a former day ;
Therefore he saw he must decide
To throw away his foolish pride,
And take Mark to his confidence,
Which seemed to Nick hut common sense,
Then 'twlxt the two would be no friction
Nor any sort of useless diction.
One morning soon, old Nick, 'tls said,
Brought Mark a cup of molten lead,
And with a wink of cunning cheer,
Said "dish Isht vot ve calls our beer
Uud if she vails to cheers you oop
Don't blame the blaee, Jusht blame th coop —
Mark drank the draught, said, "that is swell,
No doubt the coldest drluk in hell."
Now Bis mark, Mark, they are the same—
For what, in hell. Is in a name,
Began, with Nick, each day to be
Quite chummy and quite friendly.
They laughed and quafTed their molten lead—
Ate brimstone for their daily bread,
And what seemed strange, this royal pair,
Began to make the strangest chair
That ever yet was seen to be
Prom private hand or factory.
This chair had i»osts like to anneal
Of flesh, of bone, and molten steel ;
Its round», blood-stained, congealed by heat;
Its arms like women's hands and feet;
Its base resembled children's heads
When snuggled in their cozy beds;
Its back like glass, with wondrous stains,
Once seen in outraged ehureli of Rheims;
While here and there its bas-relief,
Recalled the keenest, poignant grief,
For chlsseled through Satanic arts,
Were Belgium's Broken, Bleeding Hearts.
When this unheard of chair was made,
Prince Bismark unto Satan said :
"At last ! at last ! my work is done,
This chair awaits the only one
Who could these similitudes enjoy,
Or their realities destroy—
To him naught mattered but ambition,
Nor time, nor i>erson, nor condition—
Of human beings, the most accurst-—
Of brutish beasts, by far the worst—
You've met your King, do uot forget
Aud one who'll force from you respect."
"Above this chair I place a name,
Surrounded by a glowing flame
Of fire, to shed a lurid light.
That he may see it day and night,
A name so hated that I vow.
To mention it, I shudder now—
I will not—Quick, pass me ttiat flare—
With hell's own Are I brand it there."
The devil glared upon that name,
Whilst shudders shook his stalwart frame—
He tried to curse, he tried to pray—
Then, quickly fainted dead away.
It was some time ere he came to
From this long faint, which did ensue
Upon his learning of that name,
Which would put hell and him to shame;
But, being a spirit tried by Are,
Yet hardly able to respire,
He faintly moaned, "I once had hope
That none with me might dare to cope,
But Prince, I see, thou art the wiser,
That Chair—My Chair, Is for the Kaiser."
When quiet was restored to hell
And Nick had got a breathing spell
He murmured in half monologue
Which to this tale is epilogue :
"I've seen the fiends of many lands
And gloried in their deeds;
I've aeen them laugh at empty hands
And mock at widow's weeds;
I've seen the Emperors of Rome
Bathe in the Christians' blood ;
I've seen with Joy the knife go home.
Close by to where I stood.
I've watched from hell with unctious glee
The fairest creatures fall,
And helped the villians to get free,
Who robbed them of their all.
I've seen the baby cheeks grow pale
When mother's breasts went dry,
And gloated o'er destruction's gale,
Without the faintest sigh.
I've planned the greatest horrors for
The babe, the youth, the old,
And revelled in the fiercest war
That pen of man has told ;
But Ah ! I see my conqueror ;
He comes, He comes—'tls well ;
He's now the German Emperor—
He'll soon be Prince of Hell."

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