An Inspection Tour.

An Inspection Tour.
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I saw them kill a beet or two. It was a painful sight.
The ma man who killed them not at all poitte. was so rude and
He did not bow or scrape at all, which seemed to me so queer.
Before he picked the hammer up and slugged the handsome steer.

I saw them take the lives of pigs alas! they were so rough!
The man who used the knife appeared to me to be a tough.
He was not dressed in latest style; he was no college man.
And everything he did, you know, was on an uncouth plan.

I saw some blood upon the floor: it was a grewsome sight!
The squealing swine I must confess put me in quite a fright.
I did not like the smell 1 found in fer- tilizing rooms,
And in the windowsills there were no boxes filled with blooms,

There were no carpets on the floors nor pictures on the walls,
And a Int of men I saw that day were wearing overails,
And some were spetttred up with blood and some with salty brine,
And not one fellow in the lot possessed a decent shine.

There were no parlors for the men to rest them in at noon.
Which you should every one admit would be a precious boon.
There were no rocking chales for giris, no footstools for the ren,
I also looked in vain to fin de cozy corner den.

I saw no tollet soap and sucir, and powder for the girls:
No mirrors on the walls where they might go and fix their curls.
It was a barren place. Indeed quite crude I must declare,
I nearly fainted when some blood got spat- tered on my hair.

Some rooms were chill yas could be and others very warm.
Such things as this it seems to me are ripe for much reform.
If college men were put to work as bosses i am sure
hese packing houses soon would be all splek a and pure

Thesed chiproferm the steers, you know: electrocute the sheep.
And just before they killed the pigs they’d put them all to sleep.
If college men were at the helm, I sol- emaly repeat.
They’d have oon kurgeons in the house to cut up all the meat.
-Will Beard Dunroy