The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 24, 1907, Page 5

;he San Francisco Sunday Call. - » s v Poor Dusty Rhodes extends his palms ‘And asks of you a simple alms- “All yesterday and all las! nig_lll 1 haven't had a single bite 'I'm so near starved I'm’bout lo die % Good Lord! Kind sir, don't pass me by.””" Hold to the light beforc your nose And see just where your quarler goes. Within this handsome frame you\' U find Our mighty Mayor’s face outtined For us he'd give his life and name— But hold your pockets just the same. A pompadour and beard you see, - Though ncither one in truth has he b Just hold this page ap to the light And what you see will pul you right We hear the moaning of the sick T hey yelp beneath the legol fouch The Trusts have felt T R 's Big Slick. And swear they nevei asked for much. * Wet tears are sireaming oul of oil, Hold to tl.c light, your eyes will fall The Ice T rust, too, begins to boil. \On that one thing they asked at all. A & L ’ The teacher turns 1o close the door, This pholograph of Market street Aud lo, the pupils shout and roar Vil Depicts a streelcar's vacan seat She whirls and asks in angry tones, : ' 5 ; . Our Legislature makes the law T he company which owps the lin~ 4 W hat did you do, young Johnnie Jones?” A'l”gm::xp:; of wind G"l{d jaw. Spends gold for your welfare and mine ‘Nawthin’ says he with truthful grace. : The people’s will is theirs, they ny Inside you sit or in the air; : “Jest put my hand up to my face * g And we must not yell “Thief!I” when they No seal, no pay; they spurn your fare. Hold up this page when you have read” Dip in the State’s purse without shame— Such'dfeams! Hold up this page and you You'll see he did just what he sard 4 Is not our good their highest aim? Will see the real facts shining through. They have no inotive but the Bear— Hold to the light and sec whal’s there! T his is the lid of our old town. The Police Chief declares it s down “P'm sitfing on the lid”" says he; “Of course it can’t be off. you sec. Me and ‘The Kid’ would gwe the run To thug and gambler, dopc and gun. My record is an open book—" Bu just hold up the page and look. Poor patient Father gocs each day T o work for us across the bay \The wrinkles gather on' hi: brow, .For Father's youth is passing now Yet gladly to his work he'll go '~ Because dear Father toves us 50X You wonder why he does not shir 3‘ _Hold up this page and see Pa’s work,, , Why is ¢ when men want your vote hey‘,volce a promissory rote To giwe you that for which you throb W hen they are landed in the job— To make your inferests their law— At very sight of you to thaw? "~ And why, when they are in, giweyou - The thing that through this page you el