Still Another
William Jennings Bryan is about, to
add a home in Asheville to his far
flung collection of dwelling places.—
News Item.
I saw a lordly mansion beside the
oozy Platte,
Done in the late Nebraskan style, but.
quite some house at that;
And when I asked a native who was
it dwelt within,
He looked me over once or twice, and
grinned a pitying grin.
“Such ignorance as yours,” he said,
“is sure a plumb disgrace,
Why, any ijut ’round here knows,
that that’s Doc Bryan’s place.”
Among the palms of Florida, where
rise the snowy domes
That crown the palaces that serve the
idle rich as homes,
I saw- a mighty edifice —a place that
might well be
The winter seat of Charlie Schwab,
or possibly John D.
But when I asked a resident, he
handed me a stare,
And said with withering contempt,
“Doc Bryan lives in there.”
I saw a house in Washington that
towered o’er the street,
’With twenty rooms, and seven baths,
garages and steam heat,
A footman stood before the door,
exuding pomp and gloom,
I saw a solemn butler gaze from out
the dining room.
“Who lives in there?” I asked a cop.
He grinned from ear to ear,
And answered with a weighty wink,
‘Doc Bryan—when he’s here!”
And now the Asheville citizens in
tense excitement wait,
Until the Doc can find the time to
found a fresh estate.
