|Item ID||egyptian 1950 1024clark.tif |
|Title||Dark Musings |
|Author||By Roy L. Clark |
|Description||Clark Loses Presidential |
Race; Turns to Poetry
|Original Publication Source||Daily Egyptian |
|Date||1950 October 24 |
|Digital File Format||.TIF (Tagged Image Format) |
|Digital File Publisher||Special Collections Research Center, Morris Library, Southern Illinois University Carbondale |
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|Collection||Daily Egyptian Diversity News Archive (Southern Illinois University Carbondale) |
|Transcript||Dark 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
The folks who used to, refused to
I'm no longer welcome at my old
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
The butcher, the baker, the man on
Call me out of my name, (Oh, the
They say I'm a rounder, a bounder,
A body would think I'd committed
(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
Like Willkie, and Huey, and
Thomas E. Dewey,
I'll prove you can't keep a good man down.