Fort Coffee, October Sih, 1914.

HEN RY CLAY MY 10.
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a- HENRY CLAY Ny 10.
TUNE-John anderson.
Oh, Harry Clay, my 10, Hal,


What news is that hear,
They tell me you're aspiring. Hal,


To fill bold TyIer's chair.
--- IT'S strange infatuation, Hal,


Your folly thus to show,


You never can be President,
Oh, Harry Clay, my 10.
Oh, Harry Clay, ny 10, Hal,


That chair is very high,
You might as well attempt to soar


With eagles in.the sky.


You never can attain it Hal.


You'd better stay below. +
Than fall and break your ugly neck


Oh, Harry CIay,my 10.
g Oh, Harry Clay, my 10 Hal,
- Our lofty chair of state,


Was mado for honest statesman, Hal,
The proudest and the great. , .. F.
But you we're never fit Hal, H....
Il And that you ough. to know, r
You'd better stop in Old Kentuck,
Oh, Harry Clay, my Jo.-Erchang.
An exchange paper gives the following confos
sion of some inspired poet:


kissed the tiny hand held,


pressed the fairy form.


vowed I'd shield her fiom the blast,


And from the worlds cold storm;
cIo .a:,od he. ,,,olt5p0 aves IN mine
They were filled with drops OF wo,
With quivering lip she family said,


Nou. darn yon, let me co.
Hard 70 Cure..-A broken heart.