For the McKinley Monument

     A long row of Filipinos stretched out on the ground, with their limbs chained, Uncle Sam holding down their hands with his knees, while some of our noble soldiers are pumping gallons of water into their stomachs, and others dancing on their swollen bellies to force the water out of the dying “savages,”—of course the soldiers to bear he [sic] sublime visage of the glorious hero-martyr of our mourned president.
     The same countenance to illumine our magnanimous soldiers shooting down a lot of Filipino boys and girls over ten.
     I am no painter or sculptor, but would most humbly suggest for some genius of an artist to paint a picture or chisel a statute [sic] on the model outlined above. Who knows! It might perchance outlive the fame of the subject represented.