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Dark Musings
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Item IDegyptian 1950 1024clark.tif
TitleDark Musings
AuthorBy Roy L. Clark
DescriptionClark Loses Presidential
Race; Turns to Poetry
Original Publication SourceDaily Egyptian
Date1950 October 24
Volume32
Issue13
Page(s)2
Digital File Format.TIF (Tagged Image Format)
Digital File PublisherSpecial Collections Research Center, Morris Library, Southern Illinois University Carbondale
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CollectionDaily Egyptian Diversity News Archive (Southern Illinois University Carbondale)
TranscriptDark Musings

Clark Loses Presidential
Race; Turns to Poetry

By Roy L. Clark

Well, another election is over, and the number of voters who visited the polls indicates that students are becoming more aware of the responsibility of selecting competent class officers. Yours truly lost out to Jim Parker in the presidential race in the junior class.
I wasn't really disappointed in my loss; it just hurt a little to have to burn up all the nice cards I had printed: Roy L Clark, esq. Pres. Jr. Class SIU, 1950.
And I don't mind the family not speaking to me—they say that I disgraced them, "no Clark ever lost anything." (But just between you and me, no Clark ever had anything to lose.) As I said, I don't mind the family, but it was the last straw when my girl quit me, the draft board turned me down, and what I thought was strychnine turned out to be Hadacol.

The Spoils of Defeat

I ran and lost, and would you
believe me
The folks who used to, refused to
receive me.
I'm no longer welcome at my old
haunts;
Where I used to get cheers, I get
jeers, tears and taunts.

My friends stopped speaking, my
girls all quit me,
(Then to make makers worse, and
add to the curse)
The dog I raised from puppyhood
bit me.

The butcher, the baker, the man on
the street,
Call me out of my name, (Oh, the
shame—The Shame!)
They say I'm a rounder, a bounder,
a cheat.

A body would think I'd committed
a crime
(The way they abuse me, misuse
me, accuse me)
But I'll show them, I'll throw them
by winning next time;
Then they'll no longer hate, or
berate, or refuse me.

So all my supporters be of good
cheer, another year is coming
around,
Like Willkie, and Huey, and
Thomas E. Dewey,
I'll prove you can't keep a good man down.

LanguageEnglish
TypeText
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