Grant Poetry: 1880

Byfour The Battle.

The Equine Dark Appears at Last,¹
by Milton Turner Groomed,
Who Thinks to Have a
Colored Vice, by Dele-
gates Assumed.

Some British Tars Who Sail the
Blue, Cremate Themselves With
Oil.² Liberian Emigrants
Set Sail, 'neath Tor-
rid Skies to
Broil.³

Four Points There Be, the Game
Within, for Victory Quite
Enough—Conkling Has
High, and Don Holds
Low, While Jack's
Up Logan's
Cuff.⁴

By Playing These Right Carefulee,
So Count the Kickers Can't, the
Other "Pint" is Ours
You Bet, To-witly,
Game and

Grant.
(The Argus, 17 March 1880.)

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