A Kansan can live without dew, rain or snow,
In an air never moistened by vapors;
But in city or town does anyone know
Of one who can live without papers?
He reads them at morning, at noon and at night,
By gaslight and lamplight and tapers;
He's anxious to know all about every fight,
That's cussed or discussed in the papers.
And if "he's cut off" because of arrears,
He goes straight and borrows his neighbor's,
And bobs up serenely all eyes and all ears,
Absorbing the news from the papers.
Mrs. Nation may smash up the joints and saloons,
And Leavenworth burn all her "nagers"!
And all the crops fail down to peanuts and prunes,
A Kansan is bound to have papers.
The tempest may roar and the torrent come down,
The cyclone may cup awful capers;
But high on the heap of the wind-stricken town,
The Kansan sits reading the papers.
__J. M. Cavaness.
J. M. Cavaness
(Chanute: Tribune Pub. Co. 1913)