﻿T-BONE SLIM DISCUSSES WHO’S WHO 
 
Who is he that does it all? 
The delegate. 
Who is it that bucks the wall? 
The delegate. 
Who is it that scratches gravel, 
Tho’ averse to midnight travel— 
When it pains his rebel navel? 
The delegate.. 
 
II 
Who is it that knows it all? 
The rank and file. 
Who sits on the mossy wall? 
The rank and file. 
Who is it that yawns complacent, 
Stands aloof, unmoved, adjacent— 
Proves himself a sluggish agent? 
The rank and file. 
 
III 
Who is it that “bobs up bland?” 
The delegate. 
Who forwards the slaves’ demand? 
The delegate. 
Who is that— (lone fire brand?) 
That harasses—the plunder band, 
Yet, trips the graceless burning strand? 
The delegate. 
 
IV 
Who is it that’s big find strong? 
The rank and file. 
Who is it that can’t do wrong? 
The rank and file. 
Who is it that trusts the Lord 
And leaves the work for Jane and George , . 
To make the thieves repay; disgorge? 
The rank and file. 
 
(Encore) 
We ought to turn a newer slate 
And help to steer, the hand of fate; 
(We, who pay the Nation’s freight—) 
We ought to mark the newer date 
And kind o’ limber up our gait; 
(We, who feel the hand of Hate—) 

P. S.: 
We can’t low-rate a delegate. 
And pray the “great” to “pass the bait”; 
We must ourselves “surfeit” the plate. 
We ought to cultivate a trait 
To kind o’ help, the delegate 
—When the bosses mongrels wait— 
—To hand our mate the frigid gate— 
Orate, state and agitate; 
Oscillate, EDUCATE— 
Emancipate! Initiate! 
T-b. S. 
P. S. II. 
For the benefit of our dense legal fraternity let me say: “Lone firebrand” and “Burning strand” has no reference to incendiarism or arson, they are merely prosaic descriptions of the delegate’s nature and hip manner of hot-footing it at odd periods when he lacks support and is overwhelmingly out-numbered and out-weighed . . . I’m not afraid of jail—it’s the disgrace. The disgrace of a nation jailing its beat man.
T-bone Slim.