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July, August, suspense. Wall Street lost to sense. August, September, October, More suspense, And the whole East down like a wind-smashed fence.

Then Hanna to the rescue, Hanna of Ohio, Rallying the roller-tops, Rallying the bucket-shops, Threatening drouth and death, Promising manna, Rallying the trusts against the bawling flannelmouth; Invading misers’ cellars, Tin-cans, socks, Melting down the rocks, Pouring out the long green to a million workers, Spondulix by the mountain-load, to stop each new tornado, And beat the cheapskate, blatherskite, Populistic, anarchistic, Deacon--desperado.