By Pat Tarzwell
Mr. Truman’s St. Paul Minn., pie-for-everybody speech last night reminded us that, at the tail-end of the recent session of Congress, Representative Clarence J. Brown (R-Ohio) jammed into the Congressional Record the following poem, describing its author as “a prominent Democrat of the State of Georgia”:
Father, must I go to work?
No, my lucky son.
We’re living now on Easy Street
On dough from Washington
We’ve left it up to Uncle Sam,
So don’t get exercised.
Nobody has to give a damn—
We’ve all been subsidized.
But if Sam treats us all so well
And feeds us milk and honey,
Please daddy, tell me what the hell
He’s going to use for money.
Don’t worry, bub, there’s not a hitch
In this here, noble plan—
He simple soaks the filthy rich
And helps the common man.
But, father, won’t there come a time
When they run out of cash
And we have left them not a dime
When things will go to smash?
My faith in you is shrinking son,
You nosy little brat;
You do to much damn thinking son,
To be a Democrat.
Published Friday, November 4th 1949
Thanks to Sandi Dahlquist, KPTP Secretary for finding this gem.