Dem Dialogue

Dear Editor,

The following poem is attributed to Clarence J. Brown, Ohio’s 36th Lieutenant Governor (1919-1923).

It was published by the Daily News, Manhattan Borough, Nov. 4, 1919.



(Democratic Dialogue)

Father, must I go to work?

No, my lucky son.

We’re living now on easy street

On dough from Washington.

We’ve left it up to Uncle Sam,

So don’t get exercised

Nobody has to give a damn –

We’ve all been subsidized.

But, if Sam treats us so well

And feeds us milk and honey,

Please daddy, tell me what the hell

He’s going to use for money?

Don’t worry, bub, there’s not a hitch

In this here noble plan –

He simply soaks the filthy rich

And helps the common man.

But, father won’t there come a time

When they run out of cash

And we have left them not a dime?

When things will go to smash?

My faith in you is shrinking son,

You nosy little brat;

You do too much thinking, son

To be a Democrat.

William J. Patsche

St. Clairsville