The Man From Georgia

New York, 1895

There was a man from Georgia,
Who came into this town,
And into an editor's chair
He sat himself right down.

And when he felt himself secure,
He picketh up his pen,
And wrote a screed unto the poor,
About some naughty men.

Not that he did give a —,
For the dear public or any man
His only thought, "How nice 'twill be
"When after my name I write "J. P."

He thinks the public thus to fool,
That you and I will be his tool,
To help him in his great ambition,
Prithee! Pity for this politician.

Now to this man so full of guile
We beg to say, "Just wait awhile,
"And you will see, that Lester he,
"After January next will write J. P."

—The Long Island Farmer, Jamaica, NY, March 22, 1895, p. 8.