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This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, / We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O gosh! / He lives here in Mizzoora where the people are so set / In ante-bellum notions that they vote for Jackson yet; / But the paper he is running makes the rusty fossils swear, -- / The smartest, likeliest paper that is printed anywhere! / And, best of all, the paragraphs are pointed as a tack, / And that's because they emanate / From little Mack.
In architecture he is what you'd call a chunky man, / As if he'd been constructed on the summer cottage plan; / He has a nose like Bonaparte; and round his mobile mouth / Lies all the sensuous languor of the children of the South; / His dealings with reporters who affect a weekly bust / Have given to his violet eyes a shadow of distrust; / In glorious abandon his brown hair wanders back / From the grand Websterian forehead / Of little Mack.