Will Be him.

Will Be him.
550.4

When Uncle Jack into the back
Of Finance sticks a knife,
The dear old cuss is teaching us
To lead the Higher Life.
For every time he does a crime
That makes his conscience smart,
Then Uncle Jack trots out the sack
And founds a School of Art.

For it’s B. S., M. S., C. O. D.-
Brother, are you on, are you on ?
Through the lurid fascination
Of our tainted education
We’re the Nephews of our Uncle John.

You raise a storm about Reform
And what the rich should do:
You needn’t fuss so much at us,
For we’re Reformers, too.
Behold the blocks of tainted stocks
As dubious as night
Which, added to Chicago U.,
Have turned to angel white!

For it’s R. S. V. P., I. O. U.-
Brother, are you on, are you on ?
Through our constant speculation
In the Standard Education
We’re the Nephews of our Uncle John.