Suffolk University Law School - Lex Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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Bulel jree flax IApologies to Whittier! Alongside Conda's, without a la wn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Suffolk stand Grey-walled by the State House and Round about it workers sweep While into class, late students creep And to the professor but nod Not disturbing the lecture on fraud. On that pleasant morn of early fall, When Wood marched over the State House wa Over the steps, winding down., Bag and lunch, into Suffolk town. Forty rumors about men with bars, Forty rumors about soldiers and tars Were heard in the morning wind: the sun Of noon looked down, and sa u' but one. Up rose old Jim Bakker, then Bowed with notebook, pencil and pen, Bravest of all in Suffolk town He took up the rumor the men laughed down. He told sad Wood not to fret And said that one heart was loyal yet. But up the stairs came the rebel tread Daniel John Donovan running ahead. Halt -his musty followers stood fast. Fire -out blazed the trifle-blast. It shivered the freshmen, who teeth did gnash It stunned the sophomores, who heard the crash The rumor fell from a broken laugh. Then, Bakker snatched Dan's silken scarf. Shoot if you must this old bald head But spare your classinate's rumor, he said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame Over the face of the leader came. The hundred-proof spirit within him stirred To listen to the well-spoken word. Who touches a hair on yon balding head Dies intestate! March on, he said. All day long through Derne Street Sounded the tread of students' feet. All day long the free rumor tossed And even to the Capitol crossed. Ever its torn facts rose and fell On. the royal Winds that loved it well, And Beacon Hill's discerning light Shone over it, whether wrong or right. Jim Bakker's work is o'er And the rebel rides on his raids no more, Honor to Jim-and let a tear Fall, for his sake, in Carney's beer. -THE OBSERVER.

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