Posts Tagged ‘Money’

Goat Getters

December 5, 2012

Goat-Getters - The Frederick Post MD 24 May 1927

On the Trail of the Straight Silhouette

Goat-Getters 2 - The Frederick Post MD 24 May 1927

On One of Her Detours!

The Frederick Post (Frederick, Maryland) May 24, 1927

The Gold Standard

June 5, 2012

Neal O’Hara Says: —

Official Washington concedes that the United States is actually off the gold standard. So all that those soldiers out at Fort Knox, Ky., are guarding is the source of our wedding rings and fillings for our teeth.

Portsmouth Herald (Portsmouth, New Hampshire) Jun 30, 1942

Paging New England By ERB

At present, the treasury, by order of the president — formerly by Federal Reserve system — can expand or limit money endlessly. Quoting a government manual, “Under present law it need only, at the beck of the president, wave a magic wand and money will gush forth. It need only speak and the value of gold, so long the yardstick of all monetary measurement, is altered in the twinkling of any eye.”

For in March 1933 we left the strict gold for gold bullion standard. As it is offense for the private citizen to possess gold coin, none in now minted. Thus, though today, the U.S. government possesses more gold than any other nation ever did, it is not for circulation.

Arbitrary prices were fixed on both gold and silver by the president, and this exchange affects the world. It is a blazing Midas power Americans possess, and a sober Midas responsibility.

Portsmouth Herald (Portsmouth, New Hampshire) Jul 29, 1942

The Song of the Dollar

May 21, 2012

Image from Coinancials


I’m sovereign of the sea and land,
The haughty world I sway;
Kings, sages, beauty, grasp my hand,
Though, like themselves, but clay;
‘Tis not myself, I know, they prize,
So much as what I span,
The tide of commerce — woman’s eyes —
The carnal heart of man.

Go to the throne, and ask the crown
From whence its lustre came;
The muted saint, his jeweled gown —
The outcast in his shame;
The libertine, his victims, deeds,
The miser in his cell!
They’ll shout above the peal of creeds —
The Mighty Dollar’s spell!

Aye, go where all is might and pride,
Oppression, crime and wrong;
Thou it find me but a peerless bride,
Midst splendor, joy and song.
The trophies of the field and sea,
Sweet voices, sounding lyres,
A world of painted misery,
Heaved from ten thousand fires.

In every place where selfish mirth
O’er truth and virtue rolls,
Hell’s equipage, and where have birth
Pride’s ignominious souls;
An Idol worshipped ever, and
Shall undisputed be
The God adored, whilst mammon’s hand
Chains down humanity.

Then in my glory, demons, raise
Your requiem, and well
The tumultuous tide of jolly praise,
Throughout the realms of hell!
Leave heavenly visions — hope and love —
My slaves, the poor, and drown
The widows, orphan’s wail, with pearls,
The jingle of the crown.

Richland County Observer (Richland Center, Wisconsin) May 13, 1856

It’s the Money, Honey

April 23, 2012

Image from The Daily Green

God made bees,
Bees made honey;
God made man,
Man made money —
Hard to get.

The Standard (Albert Lea, Minnesota) Jun 15, 1882


July 18, 2011

[From the Albany Register.]



Wise moralists in vain have told
How sordid is the love of gold,
Which they call filthy trash;
Thou stranger to these eyes of mine,
Ten Thousand virtues still are thine,
Thou all-sufficient CASH!

Tho’ thy intrinsic worth be small,
Yet, money, thou art in all —
Tho’ transient as a flash,
In passing just from hand to hand,
The earth is at thy sole command —
It gravitates to CASH.

Possessed of thee, we may defy
Nor death itself — but very nigh,
For when the tyrant’s lash
Is felt (and ah ’twas felt by me*)
It did — it will the vassal free —
Then who despises CASH?

By nature void of ev’ry grace,
If thou hast (reader! view thy face)
But this cosmetic wash;
‘Twill whiten and improve the skin —
Thy monkey nose, thy cheeks, thy chin,
Are beautiful by CASH.

And tho’ your mental pow’rs be weak,
(To you who money have I speak)
Ne’er fear to cut a dash;
For men of genius and sense,
If poor, will make a poor defence
Against the man of CASH.

Or should you for the basest crimes,
Become indicted fifty times,
This settles all the hash;
F??? ls which leave the poor no hope
I escape the dungeon, or the rope,
Are cancell’d, all, by CASH.

Nay ’twill be found that money can
The grovelling beast transform to man,
Tho’ diff’rent natures clash;
For ’tis a fact beyond dispute,
The miser’s far beneath the brute —
A lump of living CASH.

And yet what crowds around him wait —
Behold him cloth’d in pow’r and state —
The garter star and sash;
Fools fly before the potent nod
Of him whose flesh, whole soul, whole God,
Whole heav’n itself is CASH.

But, sons of Plutus, left you go,
To those infernal mines below,
Where teeth are said to gnash,
Give to the needy — bribe the grave —
O, If you wish your souls to save,
Be generous of your CASH.

*Mr. Ray was one of the American prisoners in Tripoli; and is now preparing a poem on that subject.

The Centinel (Gettysbug, Pennsylvania) Oct 14, 1807

WILLIAM RAY was born at Salisbury, in the county of Litchfield, Connecticut, December 9th, 1771. He wrote verses at about ten years of age, which the minister of his parish pronounced wonderful, and flattered the young author with the hopes of becoming as great a poet as Dr Watts. His father removed to the state of New York, and in the remote and solitary spot which he occupied, the youth had little chance to pursue his inclination for letters. At the age of nineteen, he went to reside in Dover, in Dutchess county, where he taught a school. This occupation he soon abandoned, and betook himself to trade, which he pursued for a few years, when he became bankrupt, and finding it impossible to obtain a release from his creditors, or support himself at home in any manner, he was forced to leave his wife, and set off for another quarter. He reached Philadelphia, with the prospect of finding a situation as an editor, but meeting with disappointment in this and every other attempt he made to provide for himself, and destitute of resources, he entered in a low capacity on board the frigate Philadelphia, according to his own statement, “without either inquiring or caring where she was bound.” She sailed in July, 1803, for the Mediterranean.

The Philadelphia was destined to join our squadron against Tripoli. After cruising in several ports of the Mediterranean, she fell in with an enemy’s ship off the harbor of Tripoli, on the 31st of October, and while giving her chase four or five miles from the town, the frigate struck on a rock, and in spite of all the efforts made to save her, was obliged to surrender to the Tripolitan gunboats. The crew were stripped, marched on shore, and set to hard labor. In their captivity, which endured more than a year and a half, they suffered great miseries, of which Ray has given us a very striking picture in his narrative.

Read the rest: (Google Book LINK) and more of his poetry from:

Title: Specimens of American Poetry.  Vol 2 –Page 137-144
Author: Samuel Kettell
Publisher: S.G. Goodrich and Co., 1829