Works in the Bulletin 1913

Mr. Cook (to Mr. Groom): Sit down! Don't answer the question. They are like a lot of dingoes over there. (Interruption.)
The Speaker: Order! Order!
Mr. Cook: Behave like men. (Uproar.)
Mr. Page: I rise to a point of order. I for one on this side of the House object to being called a dingo. (Laughter.)
Mr. Cook: I have not called the hon. member a dingo. (Opposition dissent.)
Mr. Page: I appeal to you, Mr. Speaker. (Prolonged laughter.)
The Speaker: Order! Order! It is the custom of the House for an hon. member to accept a disclaimer.
Mr. MacDonald (Q.): It is not true. (interruptions.)
Mr. Cook: I did say that there was a noise like a lot of dingoes. (Cheers.)
- Parliamentary report.

A patriot spake thus to an eager throng:
"Give me the power and I shall right each wrong.
And Fortune, smiling, on our land shall look" -
         His name was COOK.

Lo, I beheld, thoughout a continent, A nation wrestle with affairs of State, And patriotic cries, wher'er I went, Poured forth alike from groundlings and the great. I heard man reason with his fellow man; From shore to shore rang out one mighty screech, As, daily, from a thousand platforms ran Rivers of speech.
Consul and Senator keen combat waged. Doctor and Saint joined hotly in the fray; North, South and West and East the battle raged; And ev'ry citizen had much to say; Bland politicians talked incessantly - It seemed a very battle of the gods; Though much they said appeared to me to be Over the odds.
Then lo, upon the great Election Day, The day appointed for the mighty test, Cab, jinker, motor-car and humble dray Hither and thither sped at the behest Of rival statesmen whose bold streamers flared On wall and hoarding....You can guess the rest - 'Twere easy spared.
My wife reamined at home to men my socks; But forth went I to claim my sovereign right, To win my freedom at the ballot-box.... I got back home at twelve o'clock that night. Or was it two next morning? I forget. But I had done my duty like a man: Helped in the noblest scheme man's fashioned yet - The Party Plan.
And then a solemn hush fell on the land (I was content, considering my head, Next Morning). And behold, on ev'ry hand, Expectancy and hope one plainly read, Till through the land rang out the herald's voice Telling the upshot of that mighty fray: "Joseph is consul! Citizens, rejoice! 'Ip, 'ip, 'ooray!"
Rejoice I did; and my prophetic soul Saw for my country happiness and peace. For he had reached at last the longed-for goal. Now would our corn and oil and beer increase! What would it profit else, this strike, this pain - A mighty Nation shaken to its soul? Sans good result, all hope ('twas very plain) Was up the pole.
Into the Hall of State I blithely went, Eager to hear the dignified debate - Grave, reverend seigneurs in grave argument Engaged, discussing great affairs of State, Wise counsellors....But stay! What's here amiss? Are these the honored makers of the Law? Now Heav'n defend our Party Plan! for this Is what I saw:
A yelping, clamorous, unruly clan; A small bald, agitated, snapping man; And, as they raved, his fist he fiercely shook - His name was COOK.

The Bulletin, 13 November 1913, p7

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