Twin Ballots by Anonymous

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Oct 6, 1914

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 41, No. 39.

Twin Ballots

By Anonymous

Along in November, when chill was the weather, Twin ballots were cast in a tin box together. They nestled up close, like brother to brother. You could not tell one of them from the other.

Chorus

They were both rum votes, And sanctioned the license plan; But one was cast by a cunning old brewer, And one by a Sunday-school man.

The Sunday-school man — no man could be truer — Kept busy all summer downing the brewer; But his fever cooled off with the change of the weather, And late in the autumn they voted together.

The Sunday-school man had always been noted For fighting saloons — except when he voted. He piled up his prayers with a holy perfection, Then knocked them all down on the night of election.

The cunning old brewer was cheerful and mellow. Said he: "I admire that Sunday-school fellow. He's true to his church, to his party he's truer; He talks for the Lord, but he votes for the brewer." — Anonymous.