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THE PRESIDENT: Do you mean will
the comptroller issue you such a statement?
DELEGATE DELLA: Well, through
your efforts with the comptroller.
THE PRESIDENT: Delegate Gallagher.
DELEGATE GALLAGHER: Mr. Presi-
dent, I do not think that we specifically
provided in the rewritten duties of the
comptroller that he could issue these W-2
forms, and I think there is a serious con-
stitutional question; and I advise you not
to answer, Mr. President.
THE PRESIDENT: Delegate Della.
DELEGATE DELLA: Mr. President, I
think some of the returns have got to be
filed on January 15, and it is just a ques-
tion, how much was withheld. I think that
statement has got to be filed with the
return.
THE PRESIDENT: Delegate Weide-
meyer.
DELEGATE WEIDEMEYER: On a
point of personal privilege in these closing
hours, I have often commended Delegate
Gilchrist on his ability to pour forth verse
and rhyme and humor, but the other day
I was greatly pleased when Delegate Hop-
kins of Baltimore, in her own handwriting,
sent me a little four-verse poem that I
thought she should receive credit for as a
Baltimore City Delegate. It is headed:
"To Our Crabtown Delegate."
"The delegates assembled each thank you
for a crab.
Not chewable, but viewable —
They make us look less drab.
"Though Grant won't share his Garrett
gas
Nor Clagett share his stable
And Justice Scanlan leaves his tomes
At home upon a table,
"Though disappointment's been our lot —
No looked-for plums galore,
No wool from Clint, no wool from Vern
No ducks from Freddy's Shore,
"At last a crab from Weidemeyer,
Our Santa of the Severn,
Now happy girls and boys
Can long remember this Convention."
(Applause.)
THE PRESIDENT: As the Chair is
presently advised, that concludes all busi-
ness of the Convention prior to third read-
ing, except for some resolutions of a house-
keeping nature.
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•Are there any other matters that need
to be considered at this time?
Delegate Needle.
DELEGATE NEEDLE: I rise to a point
of personal privilege, and to follow up
Delegate Hopkins' work.
Quite a few of the delegates are familiar
with the work of our poet laureate of this
Convention, our Chief Clerk. He has writ-
ten quite a few limericks. If I may take a
moment, I hope the delegates will enjoy
just a couple of them, and I hope it might
be possible to have these reproduced and
delivered to all delegates. I am sure they
would appreciate having them.
Several weeks ago Ira Wagonheim wrote :
Judge Powers says we'll finish next week,
He says it with tongue in his cheek;
Today's calendar and agenda
We won't have to amend-a,
(But the prospects look mighty bleak.)
Our President never wavers,
Though proper, he sometimes grants
favors ;
But today he's pendantic,
He's really quite frantic,
'Cause someone just lost his lifesavers.
Our papers vary in hues,
Whites, russets, salmons, and blues;
Before it's complete
Won't it look neat
To have ballots of chartrues?
The flower of Con-Con was Susan,
Whose battle with Boileau's amusin ;
His excuse was so lame,
(And so was his aim),
A steak on her eye Susan's usin'.
There's a group in the corner quite hale,
And most of its members are male ;
But the center of attraction,
The cause of the action,
Is Delegate Susan M. Kahl.
Delegate Charles H. Wheatley
Spoke of the school boards quite neatly;
Though the votes he did lack,
His plan of attack
Was to advance in reverse, but
discreetly.
A debater far above par
Is the Rules and Credentials czar;
Though his comments are witty,
I think it's a pity
He smokes such a smelly cigar.
While some delegates took a snooze,
Chairman Ross presented her views;
The long hours are rough,
Being short is real rough,
So she stood on a box, without shoes.
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