The Rapo-Genus Christmas Ball

There had been no social doings since the drive had passed the flume,

And the section from Seboomook to the Chutes was rather blue;

So the folks at Rapo-genus, where there’s rum enough and room,

Arranged a Christmas function and invited Murphy’s crew.

The folks at Rapo-genus hired Ezra Hewson’s hall,

And posted up the notice for “Our Yearly Christmas Ball.”

Now Murphy’s crew was willing and they walked the fifteen miles,

And arrived at Rapo-genus wearing most be- nignant smiles.

The genial floor director waited near the outer door,

And pleasantly suggested they remove the boots they wore.

He said that Rapo-genus wished to make of this affair

An elegant occasion, “reshershay and day- bonair;”

So it seemed the town’s opinion, after many long disputes,

That’twas time to change the custom and ex- clude the spike-sole boots.

He owned’twas rather drastic and would cause a social jar

’Twixt Upper Ambejejus and the Twin Deps- connequah,

“But ’tis settled,” so he told them, “that nary lady likes

To do these fancy dances with a gent what’s wearin’ spikes.

So I asks ye very kindly, but I asks ye one and all,

To leave your brogan calkers on the outside of this hall.”

“This ’ere is sort o’ sudden,” said the boss of Murphy’s crew,

“Jest excuse us for a minute, but we don’t know what to do.

We’ve attended social functions at the Upper Churchill Chutes,

An’ the smartest set they had there was a-wearin’ spike-sole boots.

Excuse us for the mention, but we feel com- pelled to say,

’Tisn’t fair to shift a fashion all a sudden, this ’ere way;

An’ the local delegation, when it came with the in-vite,

Omitted partunt leathers in its mention of to- night.

So I guess ye’ll have to take us with these spikes upon our soles,

We can’t appear in stockin’s,’cause the most of us have holes.”

But the genial floor director guarded still the outer door

And declared that “gents with spikers weren’t allowed upon the floor.”

He said’twas very awkward that special guests should thus

Be kept in outer darkness, and he didn’t want a fuss.

But so long as Rapogenusites had issued their decree

He hadn’t any option, “as a gent with sense could see.”

So he passed his ultimatum, “Ye must shed them spike-sole boots!

For we hain’t the sort of humstrums that ye’ll find at Churchill Chutes.”

Then up spoke Smoky Finnegan, the boss of Murphy’s crew,

Said he, “The push at Churchill sha’n’t be slurred by such as you.

We’re gents that’s very gentle an’ we never make a fuss,

But in slurrin’ folks at Churchill ye are also slurrin’ us.

We have interduced the fashions up at Church- ill quite a while,

An’ no Rapo-genus half-breeds have the right to trig our style.

If ye’ve dropped the vogue of spikers at the present Christmas ball

We will start the fashion over, good and solid, that is all!

So, mister, please excuse us, but ye’ll open up your sluice,

Or God have mercy on ye if I turn these gents here loose!”

Then the genial floor director shouted back within the room,

“Ho, men of Rapo-genus, here is trouble at the boom!”

But even as he shouted, with a rush and crush and roar,

Like a bursting jam of timber Murphy’s angels stormed the door.

Then against them rose the sawyers of the Rapo-genus mill,

Who rallied for the conflict with a most in- trepid will,

But by new decree of fashion they were wear- ing boughten suits

And even all the boomsmen had put off their spike-sole boots.

So that gallant crew of Murphy’s simply trod upon their feet,

And backward, howling, cursing, they com- pelled them to retreat.

The air was full of slivers as the spikers chewed the floor,

And the man whose feet were punctured didn’t battle any more.

“Now, fellers, boom the outfit,” shouted Fin- negan, the boss,

His choppers formed a cordon and they swept the room across;

The people who were standing at the walls in double ranks,

Were pulled and thrown to center at the order, “Clear the banks!”

Then they herded Rapo-genus in the middle of the room,

And slung themselves around it like a human pocket-boom.

All the matrons and the maidens were as frightened as could be

When Finnegan commanded, “Now collect the boomage fee!”

At a corner of the cordon they arranged a sort- ing-gap

And one by one the women were escorted from the trap,

And without a word of protest, as they drifted slowly through,

They paid their tolls in kisses to the men of Murphy’s crew.

And at last when all the women had been sorted from the crowd,

The men were “second-raters,” so the boss of Murphy’s vowed.

“We will raft them down as pulp-stuff!” and he yelled to close about,

“Now, my hearties, start the windlass,” or- dered he, “we’ll warp ’em out!”

Through the doorway, down the stairway, grim and struggling, thronged the press,

--All the brawn of Rapo-genus fighting hard without success,

They were herded down the middle of the Rapo-genus street,

--If they tried to buck the center they were bradded on the feet;

They were yarded at the river; Murphy’s pea- vies smashed the ice,

Though the men of Rapo-genus couldn’t smash that human vise

That held them, jammed them, forced them! When the water touched their toes,

Then at last they fought like demons for to save their boughten clothes.

But as fierce were Murphy’s hearties, and their spikers helped them win,

For they kicked and spurred their victims and they dragged them shrieking in.

Then with water to their shoulders there they kept them in the wet

While they gave them points on breeding and the rules of etiquette.

And at midnight’twas decided by a universal vote

That the strict demands of fashion do not call for vest or coat;

That’twixt Upper Ambejejus and the Twin Depsconnequah