The Frying Pan, 76

The Ignorance of the Court, 92

The Real Article, 53

The Real Question, 139

The Same Old Gifts, 164

The Sooners, 88

The Spirit of Compromise, 38

The Kingbolt Philosopher, 4, 10, 12, 24, 28, 33, 37, 39,
45, 61, 64, 65, 68, 82, 86, 99.

Too Much Prosperity, 159

Voting Around, 103

Wanted a Bill or Two, 197

Wanted to Hide, 121

Well Prepared, 27

Where Bill Was, 138

"What Think Ye, Masters, of These Things?"

(A POEM READ ON OKLAHOMA DAY, SEPTEMBER 6, 1904, AT THE LOUISIANA
PURCHASE EXPOSITION.)

O, ye who frame the sovereign law,
And heal the hurts of ocean isles
Till hid are savage tooth and claw
And Peace above the battle smiles,--
If Justice reigns and Mercy clings,
What think ye, Masters, of these things?

The Father of the Waters greets
Imperial sisters proud and great,
And nation mighty nation meets
At festal boards of lordly state:
But one--one only,--maketh moan:
Denied the Star, she weeps alone!

The cycles fly on eagled wings:
A hundred years have run their quest
Since he who bought and sold with kings
An empire added to the West:
And all his regions rulers are
Save her alone who mourns the Star.

The wildness in a moment died;
A garden bloomed and fruited full
Across the plains and valleys wide
At touch of hands invincible;
But mute she stands where deserts were:
The banner holds no Star for her!

The race heaps high its conquered spoil;
The braggart heirs of all men do
Assemble where the Triumphs toil
In marshaled columns for review;
And she, the Starless, at your call
Brings trophies that surpass them all!

Are not her laurels rich and rare?
Her apt attainments great with grace?
You crown her here and everywhere
Save where she pleads for power and place;
The world amazed her praises rings:
What think ye, Masters, of the