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Ranck + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Poems for Pale People + A Volume of Verse + +Author: Edwin C. Ranck + +Release Date: October 9, 2008 [EBook #26864] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS FOR PALE PEOPLE *** + + + + +Produced by David Garcia and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Kentuckiana Digital Library) + + + + + + +</pre> + +<h1> +Poems for Pale People +</h1> +<h2> +A Volume of Verse +</h2> +<br> +<br> +<h3> +By +</h3> +<h2> +Edwin C. Ranck +</h2> +<br> +<br> +<h4> +Humanity Printing and Publishing Co. +<br> +St. Louis, Mo. +</h4> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[2]</span> +</p> +<h4> +Copyrighted 1906 by +<br> +EDWIN C. RANCK +</h4> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[3] +</span> +</p> +<br> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[4] +</span> +</p> +<hr class="med"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[5]</span> +</p> +<p class="head"> +PREFACE +</p> +<p> +<i> +This little volume was written for no reason on earth and with no earthly reason. It just simply happened, on the principle, I suppose that "murder will out." Murder is a bad thing and so are nonsense rhymes. There is often a valid excuse for murder; there is none for nonsense rhymes. They seem to be a necessary evil to be classed with smallpox, chicken-pox, yellow fever and other irruptive diseases. They are also on the order of the boomerang and eventually rebound and inflict much suffering on the unlucky verse-slinger. So you see nonsense, like a little learning is a dangerous thing and should be handled with as much care as the shotgun which is never known to be loaded. +</i> +</p> +<p> +<i> +A man who writes nonsense may become in time a big gun. But this +</i> +<span class='pagenum'> +[6] +</span> +<i> +is rare; more often he becomes a small bore. This appears paradoxical and will probably require thinking over, but the more you think it over the less you will understand. This is true of parlor magic. It is also true of the magazine poets. It really never pays to think. Thinking is too much like work. After reading these rhymes you will not think that the writer ever did think, which after all is the right way to think. +</i> +</p> +<p> +<i> +When Dryden wrote "Alexander's Feast" he modestly stated that it was the grandest poem ever written. Mr. Dryden evidently believed this or he wouldn't have said so. But then every one did not agree with Mr. Dryden. Now I am going one step further and will positively state that the writer of this volume is the greatest poetical genius who has not yet died in infancy. +</i> +</p> +<p> +<i> +This is an astounding statement but it can be corroborated by admiring friends, for the writer is like a certain +</i> +<span class='pagenum'> +[7] +</span> +<i> +brand of children's food in that he is advertised by his loving friends. +</i> +</p> +<p> +<i> +Speaking of "Alexander's Feast" it simply cannot be compared to any one of the finished, poetic gems in this collection because it is so utterly different. The difference is what made Dryden famous. But comparisons are odious, and Mr. Dryden has been dead several years. +</i> +</p> +<p> +<i> +"But what," you may ask, "is the object of nonsense verse?" Most assuredly to make one laugh. That masterpiece of nonsense "Alice In Wonderland" and its companion volume "Through The Looking Class" are absurd books, but their very absurdity is what appeals to us most. Their author, Mr. Lewis Carroll was, in private life a very sober gentleman (at least we hope so). Nonsense is the salt of life with which we season the dry food of everyday cooking. +</i> +</p> +<div class="apoem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<i> +"A little nonsense now and then</i> +</p> +<p class="i2"> +<i> +Is relished by the wisest men."</i> +</p> +</div> +</div> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[8] +</span> +<i> +Even serious old Longfellow had this feeling in his bones when he wrote the immortal lines which all of us recall from childhood: +</i> +</p> +<div class="apoem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<i> +"There was a little girl</i> +</p> +<p class="i2"> +<i> +And she had a little curl</i> +</p> +<p> +<i> +Which hung way down on her forehead;</i> +</p> +<p class="i2"> +<i> +And when she was good,</i> +</p> +<p> +<i> +She was very good indeed,</i> +</p> +<p class="i2"> +<i> +But when she was bad, she was horrid."</i> +</p> +</div> +</div> +<p> +<i> +This is nonsense pure and simple and even the most ardent admirers of Mr. Longfellow must, when they try to make "forehead" and "horrid" rhyme, admit that it was very poor verse for the author of "Evangeline." +</i> +</p> +<p> +<i> +Bret Harte flew off at a tangent when he wrote about "Ah Sin, The Chinaman," a nonsense poem that gave "Bill Nye" his pseudonym. Oliver Wendell Holmes wrote "The Wonderful One-Hoss Shay." Rudyard Kipling is often "caught with the goods +</i> +<span class='pagenum'> +[9] +</span> +<i> +on him" and Mark Twain wrote an "Ode to Stephen Dowling Botts." +</i> +</p> +<p> +<i> +And Great Scott! I almost forgot that even such a gentle, domestic creature as the cow has been the unconscious inspiration of much nonsense and has doubtless often chewed the bitter cud of reflection in deploring her undesired popularity. First she was forced (very much against her will, no doubt) to jump over the moon to the undignified strains of "Hey Diddle, Diddle." Then, just when beginning to breathe easily again after that astounding performance, Gelett Burgess came along and gave her more notoriety by raising the question as to whether there was such a thing as a "purple cow." And even today in many of the rural districts there are old farmers who never heard of Burgess and his "purple cow" who will tell you solemnly that "there is a cow of a sort of purplish color." Which goes to prove that after all nonsense is only sense plus—NON. +</i> +<span class='pagenum'> +[10] +</span> +</p> +<br> +<br> +<div class="blockquote"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[11]</span><span class="dropcap">T</span><span class="firstword">he +</span> +poems in this collection have appeared from time to time in The Kentucky Post, The Cincinnati Post, The Cincinnati Commercial Tribune, Humanity and The Valley Magazine. +</p> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[12]</span> +</p> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'> +[13] +</span> +<p> +WHY THE MOLE IS BLIND. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +In days gone by, when cows could fly +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And goblins rode on bears; +</p> +<p> +When fairies danced upon the green +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And giants moped in lairs, +</p> +<p> +There lived alone upon a shelf +</p> +<p class="i2"> +A tinsie, winsie little elf. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Just when the stars came out at night +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And moonbeams filled the earth with light, +</p> +<p> +Down from his perch this little elf +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Would jump and wander by himself. +</p> +<p> +He wore a pair of little wings +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Tied in their place by golden strings. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +One day he took a kind of notion +</p> +<p class="i2"> +To take a trip upon the ocean. +</p> +<p> +He combed his hair and washed his face +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And put his little wings in place, +</p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[14] +</span> +<p> +Then from his shelf he softly stole +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And went to see his friend the mole +</p> +<p> +Who gave to him a pea-green boat +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And guaranteed that it would float. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A funny thing about this boat +</p> +<p class="i2"> +'Twas patterned from a ten-pound note. +</p> +<p> +The little elf was greatly pleased +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And laughed until he sneezed and sneezed; +</p> +<p> +He launched his boat upon the sea +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And kicked his little heels in glee. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The mole looked on in glad surprise +</p> +<p class="i2"> +(For in those days all moles had eyes.) +</p> +<p> +He shouted out a loud farewell +</p> +<p class="i2"> +As the little row-boat rose and fell. +</p> +<p> +The elf picked up a golden oar +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And soon lost sight of mole and shore. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The elf rowed out for quite a way +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And in the waves did sport and play, +</p> +<p> +Until at length the sun sank low +</p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[15] +</span> +<p class="i2"> +And then he thought it time to go. +</p> +<p> +Now just as luck would have it then +</p> +<p class="i2"> +A prowling sea gull left his den. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The savage sea gull loudly laughed +</p> +<p class="i2"> +To see an elf in such a craft, +</p> +<p> +And swooping down upon the water +</p> +<p class="i2"> +He did a thing he hadn't oughter, +</p> +<p> +For with his strong and sturdy beak +</p> +<p class="i2"> +He caused the boat to spring a leak. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +He said he longed for a little change +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And the bank-note boat was just in range; +</p> +<p> +The poor young elf gave one big holler +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Just as the sea gull made a swallow +</p> +<p> +(And this is strange indeed to follow +</p> +<p class="i2"> +For a gull himself is just a swallow.) +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The faithful mole heard this loud yell +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And rushed down to the shore pell-mell. +</p> +<p> +Alas, alas he was too late +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And saw his friend's unhappy fate; +</p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[16] +</span> +<p> +He groaned, and shrieked and tore his fur +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And raised an awful din and stir. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The sea gull heard this awful racket +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And seized the mole, just like a packet. +</p> +<p> +He carried him across the seas +</p> +<p class="i2"> +To teach the young gulls A B C's. +</p> +<p> +But the loving mole went blind with rage +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And they had to put him in a cage, +</p> +<p> +And ever since that fatal night +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The moles have all been out of sight. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +NOW THERE'S A COON IN THE MOON. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +There was once an eccentric old coon, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Who ate dynamite with a spoon, +</p> +<p> +But when he got loaded +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The powder exploded— +</p> +<p> +And now there's a coon in the moon. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'> +[17] +</span> +<p> +THE COUNTY FAIR. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Oh, let's go out to the county fair +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And breathe the balmy country air, +</p> +<p> +And whittle a stick and look at the hosses, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Discuss the farmer's profit and losses. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +We'll take a look at the country stock +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And drink some milk from a dairy crock; +</p> +<p> +Look at the pigs and admire the chickens, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And try to forget it's hot as the dickens. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Forget there are any political rings +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Just think of the butter and eggs and things; +</p> +<p> +So wash off the buggy and hitch up the mare, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And we'll all go out to the county fair. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'> +[18] +</span> +<p> +O'DOWD OF THE JEFFERSON CLUB. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A maddened horse comes down the street, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +With waving mane and flying feet. +</p> +<p> +The crowd scatters in every direction; +</p> +<p class="i2"> +It looks like a fight at a city election. +</p> +<p> +A big policeman waves his hands, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And the air is full of vague commands, +</p> +<p> +While across the street a retail grocer +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Shrieks to his child as the horse draws closer +</p> +<p> +When suddenly out of the mad hubbub, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Steps Jimmie O'Dowd of the Jefferson Club. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Every man there holds his breath— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +To stop the horse means sudden death. +</p> +<p> +But quick as a flash, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +O'Dowd makes a dash. +</p> +<p> +With all his might and the horse's mane, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +He brings the old plug to a halt again. +</p> +<p> +Then every man there doffs his hat +</p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[19] +</span> +<p class="i2"> +And cries "Well, what do you think of that?" +</p> +<p> +Never since the days of Nero +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Has there been a greater hero. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +HALLOWEEN. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A night when witches skim the air, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +When spooks and goblins climb the stair; +</p> +<p> +When bats rush out with muffled wings, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And now and then the door-bell rings; +</p> +<p> +But just the funniest thing of all +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Is 'cause you can't see when they call. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'> +[20] +</span> +<p> +SATURDAY ON THE FARM. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +'Tis Saturday morn and all is bright +</p> +<p class="i2"> +By nature's own endowing; +</p> +<p> +The sun is fiercely giving light, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And only me— +</p> +<p class="i12"> +Plowing. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Across the river I hear the sound +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Of a boatman slowly rowing; +</p> +<p> +I have no time to fool around, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Especially when I'm— +</p> +<p class="i12"> +Hoeing. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And when the dinner hour has come, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And thoughts of work are fleeting, +</p> +<p> +I only hear the insects hum, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Because I'm busy— +</p> +<p class="i12"> +Eating. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +At night when all things are at rest, +</p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[21] +</span> +<p class="i2"> +Safe in Old Morpheus' keeping, +</p> +<p> +No troubles do my mind infest, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +For I am soundly— +</p> +<p class="i12"> +Sleeping. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +LOVING JOHN. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +John went into the garden one day +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And found his baby sister at play; +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +John hit baby with a brick +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And laughed because it made her sick. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +John is only two and six +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And loves to do these funny tricks. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'> +[22] +</span> +<p> +THE CIRCUS. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +O, the circus parade! O, the circus parade! +</p> +<p class="i2"> +It lays all the politics back in the shade, +</p> +<p> +And the merchants forget that they've got any trade, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +While many remember they've never been paid +</p> +<p> +As they rushed out to look at the circus parade; +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And preachers who used to be terribly staid +</p> +<p> +Yell just like boys at the circus parade. +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Every one's there, both the mistress and maid, +</p> +<p> +All looking on at the circus parade. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And out at the grounds, when you've seen the parade, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +How delicious it is to drink pink lemonade; +</p> +<p> +And look at the elephant twirling his trunk,<span class='pagenum'>[23]</span> +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And laugh at the capers cut by the monk; +</p> +<p> +Watch the old clown who is acting a dunce, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And try hard to see three rings going at once; +</p> +<p> +Gaze at the ringmaster cracking his whip, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And watch the tight-rope artist skip. +</p> +<p> +I saw that circus, Yes Sirree! +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Saw about enough for three. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +LENT. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +"Oh lend me five," the young man cried, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +"My money all is spent." +</p> +<p> +The maiden shook her head and sighed, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +"I'm sorry but it's Lent." +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[24]</span>THE PROCESSIONAL. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +(Written in collaboration with R. B. Hamilton.) +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +When Julius Caesar met his death, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +He muttered in his dying breath: +</p> +<p> +"It is not patriotism now +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Prompts you to break your friendship's vow." +</p> +<p> +Quoth Brutus, as he stabbed again +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The greatest of his countrymen: +</p> +<p class="i6"> +"You're in this fix +</p> +<p class="i6"> +Through politics." +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +As on his path Columbus sped, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +A sailor to the great man said: +</p> +<p> +"Without a break, without a bend, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The broad Atlantic has no end." +</p> +<p> +And to the sailor at his side, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +'Tis rumored, that great man replied: +<span class='pagenum'> +[25]</span> +</p> +<p class="i6"> +"I guess I know. +</p> +<p class="i6"> +You go below." +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The snow fell fast on Russia's soil, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The soldiers, wearied with their toil, +</p> +<p> +Cried: "'Tis not possible that we +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Our native France again shall see." +</p> +<p> +Stern ever in the face of death, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Napoleon said beneath his breath: +</p> +<p class="i6"> +"Go take a walk, +</p> +<p class="i6"> +I hate such talk." +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A cherry tree lay on the ground, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +On George's body, pa did pound; +</p> +<p> +"But pa," George cried, "It seems to me +</p> +<p class="i2"> +That you are wrong; dis ain't your tree." +</p> +<p> +The old man sadly shook his head +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And to his wayward son he said: +</p> +<p class="i6"> +"Don't lie to me +</p> +<p class="i6"> +I know my tree." +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[26]</span>When Dewey on his flagship sailed, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The Spaniards never even quailed. +</p> +<p> +"Oh, it ain't possible," said they, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +"For him to reach Manila Bay." +</p> +<p> +But Dewey merely smiled in glee, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +"It isn't possible?" quoth he, +</p> +<p class="i6"> +"Why, hully gee, +</p> +<p class="i6"> +Just wait and see." +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +MORAL. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Thus onward as through life we go, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Amid the pomp, and glare, and show, +</p> +<p> +We oft some proverb misconstrue +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And mutter boldly, "'Tis not true." +</p> +<p> +But in their calm, majestic way, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +We hear the tongues of wise men say: +</p> +<p class="i6"> +"You go way back +</p> +<p class="i6"> +And then sit down." +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[27] +</span> +AT THE TELEPHONE. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Ting-ling—"South, please, 1085; +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Why hello, Jim—Oh, Saints alive! +</p> +<p> +It's south, I told you—hello; no, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +I said once that I could not go. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +"Say, can you meet me there tonight? +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Confound it, Jim, you must be tight. +</p> +<p> +What are you saying anyhow, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +I've got the wrong ear by the sow? +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +"Not pretty? Why, she's out o'sight, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Oh, shut up; that will be all right. +</p> +<p> +You can't walk there? Why it ain't far; +</p> +<p class="i2"> +We get there on a 'lectric car. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +"Well, Great Scott, man, don't talk all day, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +But let me know now right away. +</p> +<p> +Miss B——, Oh, let the old girl wait; +</p> +<p class="i2"> +We won't be out so very late. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[28]</span>"You will? All right then—eight o'clock; +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Be sure and meet me on the block, +</p> +<p> +Remember now, don't get it wrong; +</p> +<p class="i2"> +All right, old man (Ting-ling), so long." +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A HARDSHIP. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I never saw a loaf of bread +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Conspicuous in its purity, +</p> +<p> +But that I sadly shook my head +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And left five-cents as surety. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[29] +</span> +CHRISTMAS TOYS. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Say, I like toys, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Christmas toys. +</p> +<p> +Remember when we were boys +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Long ago? +</p> +<p> +Then you were a kid +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Not a beau. +</p> +<p> +And on Christmas Day, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Oh, say, +</p> +<p> +We got up in the dark +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And had a jolly lark +</p> +<p> +Round the fire. +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The cold air was shocking +</p> +<p> +As we peeped in our stocking— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And, way down in the toe, +</p> +<p> +Now say this is so— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Dad placed a dollar. +</p> +<p> +Made me holler. +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Yes, sirree, +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[30]</span>They were good to me. +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Remember Jim? +</p> +<p> +Mean trick I did him. +</p> +<p class="i2"> +You know Jim was surly? +</p> +<p> +Well I got up early +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Took his dollar out, +</p> +<p> +And put a rock +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In his sock. +</p> +<p> +Gee, he was mad, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Went and told dad; +</p> +<p> +But dad he just laughed +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And said: +</p> +<p> +Might's well be dead +</p> +<p class="i2"> +If you couldn't have fun. +</p> +<p> +Then for spite, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +I kept that dollar 'til night. +</p> +<p> +Funny, seein' these toys +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Made me think of us boys. +</p> +<p> +But now, Gee! +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Christmas ain't like it used to be. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[31] +</span> +THE RUBAIYAT OF A KENTUCKIAN. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Wake for the sun, that scatters into flight, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The poker players who have stayed all night; +</p> +<p> +Drives husbands home with reeling steps, and then— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Gives to the sleepy "cops" an awful fright. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I sometimes think that never blows so red +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The nose, as when the spirits strike the head; +</p> +<p> +That every step one takes upon the way +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Makes him wish strongly he were home in bed. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The moving finger writes, but having "pull", +</p> +<p class="i2"> +You think that you can settle things in full, +</p> +<p> +But when you interview the Police Judge, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +You find that you have made an awful bull. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Some nonsense verses underneath the bough, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +A little "booze", a time to loaf, and thou— +</p> +<p> +Beside me howling in the wilderness, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Would be enough for one day anyhow. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[32]</span>THE MEDICINE MAN. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Good people if you have the mumps, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Or ever get down with the dumps; +</p> +<p> +Or have bad cold or aching pains, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Or ever suffer with chilblains— +</p> +<p> +Don't seek your doctor for advice, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And pay him some tremendous price, +</p> +<p> +But buy a drug that's safe and sure— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In fact, get Blank's Consumptive Cure. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +ALAS. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +He led her out across the sand, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And by her side did sit: +</p> +<p> +He asked to hold her little hand, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +She sweetly answered, "Nit." +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[33] +</span> +THE GLORIOUS FOURTH AND ITS MEMORIES. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Have you ever mused in silence upon a summer's day +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And let your thoughts run riot and your feelings have full sway, +</p> +<p> +As you sprawled full length upon the grass in some secluded dell +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And breathed the balmy country air, and smelt the country smell? +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Then as you muse, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And gently snooze, +</p> +<p> +Between thinks +</p> +<p class="i2"> +You remember those jinks +</p> +<p> +When spirits were high +</p> +<p class="i2"> +On the Fourth of July. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +There was little Willie Browning, the worst of all the boys +<span class='pagenum'> +[34]</span> +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Who had a sure-nuff cannon that made all kinds of noise; +</p> +<p> +And when the cannon wouldn't go he blew into the muzzle, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +But what became of Willie's teeth has always been a puzzle. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +How the folks looked askance +</p> +<p class="i2"> +At the seats of our pants, +</p> +<p> +When those giant skyrockets +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Went off in our pockets! +</p> +<p> +Gee whiz! +</p> +<p class="i2"> +What fun the Fourth is! +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +When the red-hot July sun began to wink the clouds away, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +We were out with whoops and shoutings to celebrate the day. +</p> +<p> +With piece of punk in one hand and crackers in the other, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +We would troop home later in the day for linseed oil and mother. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[35] +</span> +But our burns +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Were small concerns. +</p> +<p> +Our hearts were light, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Injuries slight. +</p> +<p> +Not even a sigh +</p> +<p class="i2"> +On the Fourth of July. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And as you lie and ponder, the thought comes home to you +</p> +<p class="i2"> +That your youngest boy now celebrates the way you used to do; +</p> +<p> +And the mother that he bawls for to have those small wounds dressed +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Is the woman whom long years ago you swore you loved the best. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +But what funny things +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Memory brings. +</p> +<p> +Who would have thought +</p> +<p class="i2"> +That I would be caught +</p> +<p> +With a tear in my eye +</p> +<p class="i2"> +On the Fourth of July. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[36] +</span> +KEEP TRYIN'. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +When you're feelin' blue as ink +</p> +<p class="i2"> +An' your spirits 'gin to sink, +</p> +<p> +Don't be weak an' take a drink +</p> +<p class="i2"> +But +</p> +<p class="i8"> +Keep Tryin'. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +There are times when all of us +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Get riled up and start a muss, +</p> +<p> +But there ain't no use to cuss, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Just +</p> +<p class="i8"> +Keep Tryin'. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +When things seem to go awry, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And the sun deserts your sky, +</p> +<p> +Don't sit down somewhere and cry, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +But +</p> +<p class="i8"> +Keep Tryin'. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Everybody honors grit, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Men who never whine a bit—<span class='pagenum'>[37]</span> +</p> +<p> +Men who tell the world, "I'm IT" +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And +</p> +<p class="i8"> +Keep Tryin'. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Get a hustle on you NOW, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Make a great, big solemn vow +</p> +<p> +That you'll win out anyhow, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And +</p> +<p class="i8"> +Keep Tryin'. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +All the world's a battlefield +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Where the true man is revealed, +</p> +<p> +But the ones who never yield +</p> +<p class="i8"> +Keep Tryin'. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +GENIUS. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +There was once a young man quite erratic +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Who lived all alone in an attic, +</p> +<p> +He wrote magazine verse +</p> +<p class="i2"> +That made editors curse, +</p> +<p> +But his friends thought it fine and dramatic. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[38] +</span> +TALE OF THREE CITIES. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A seedy young man in Savanah +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Fell in love with a rich girl named Anna, +</p> +<p> +But her papa got mad +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And swore that "By Gad, +</p> +<p> +The fellow shall never Havana!" +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +But the couple eloped to Caracas, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Where the Germans kicked up such a fracas; +</p> +<p> +And he said to his wife, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +"You can bet your sweet life +</p> +<p> +That papa dear never will track us." +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +MODERN MAUD MULLER. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Maud Muller on a summer's day, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Raked the meadows, sweet with hay. +</p> +<p> +Nor was this just a grand-stand play; +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Maud got a rake-off, so they say. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[39] +</span> +NOCTURNE. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A cat duet. +</p> +<p class="i2"> +A silhouette. +</p> +<p> +A high brick wall, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +An awful squall. +</p> +<p> +A moonlit night, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +A mortal fight. +</p> +<p> +A man in bed, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Sticks out his head. +</p> +<p> +Gee Whiz! +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The man has riz. +</p> +<p> +His arm draws back +</p> +<p class="i2"> +A big bootjack— +</p> +<p> +A loud swish, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Squish! +</p> +<p> +"What's that?" +</p> +<p class="i2"> +A dead cat. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[40] +</span> +THE SISSY BOY. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Beware the Sissy Boy my child, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Not because he's very wild; +</p> +<p> +The Sissy Boy is never that, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Although he'll run if you say "Scat!" +</p> +<p> +The Sissy Boy's infinitesimal, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +He is not worth a duodecimal. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +If you should take a custard pie +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And hit a Sissy in the eye, +</p> +<p> +He would not go before a jury, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +He'd only blush and say "Oh Fury!" +</p> +<p> +For he is perfumed, sweet and mild, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +That's just his kind, my dearest child. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +One should never strike a Sissy, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +He is too lady-like and prissy. +</p> +<p> +You do not need to use your fist +</p> +<p class="i2"> +But merely slap him on the wrist,<span class='pagenum'>[41]</span> +</p> +<p> +And if this will not make him budge, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Then glare at him and say "Oh Fudge!" +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The Sissy sports a pink cravat +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And often wears a high silk hat; +</p> +<p> +His voice is like a turtle dove's +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And he always wears the "cutest" gloves. +</p> +<p> +At playing ping-pong he's inured, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And his finger-nails are manicured. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +He uses powder on his face +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And his handkerchiefs are trimmed with lace; +</p> +<p> +He loves to play progressive euchre +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And spend his papa's hard-earned lucre. +</p> +<p> +He wears an air of nonchalance +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And always takes in every dance. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Socially, he's quite a pet +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And always fashionably in debt. +</p> +<p> +He hates to be considered slow +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And poses as a famous beau. +</p> +<p> +He loves to cut a swath and dash +</p> +<p class="i2"> +When papa dear puts up the cash. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[42]</span>This, my child, is the Sissy Boy +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Who acts so womanly and coy. +</p> +<p> +His head's as soft as new-made butter; +</p> +<p class="i2"> +His aim in life is just to flutter; +</p> +<p> +Yet he goes along with unconcern +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And marries a woman with money to burn. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +TO GELETT BURGESS. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I never saw a purple cow, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +You say you never saw one; +</p> +<p> +But this I'll tell you anyhow, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +I know that I can draw one. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[43]</span>THE LOBSTER. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Lobsters haven't any feet, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +But they have lots of claws; +</p> +<p> +Yet lobster meat is good to eat, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And this is strange, because— +</p> +<p> +A dog is never good to eat, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And yet a dog has paws, +</p> +<p> +And so have cats, and so have rats +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And so have other kind of brats. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A lobster then, so to speak, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Is, my child, an awful freak; +</p> +<p> +For if you get him in a stew, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +He'll blush quite red and glare at you. +</p> +<p> +Yet if you eat much lobster salad, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +It will make you very pallid. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[44] +</span> +A PUN FROM THE DEEP. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A funny thing once happened to a German from Berlin, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +For once he got too gay and seized a swordfish by the fin, +</p> +<p> +This made the big fish angry, and he sawed the German's chin. +</p> +<p class="i2"> +"Just Tell Them That I Saw You" said the swordfish with a grin. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +STYLISH. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +There once was an old crocodile +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Who lived on the banks of the Nile. +</p> +<p> +One day, for a meal, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +He swallowed a wheel, +</p> +<p> +And ate for dessert, an automobile. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[45] +</span> +IF I COULD FLY. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +(What the Little Boy Thought.) +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +If I had wings just like a bird +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Do you know what I'd do? +</p> +<p> +I'd fly way up into the sky +</p> +<p class="i2"> +An' holler down at you. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I'd fly along the Milky Way +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Feelin' fine and chipper, +</p> +<p> +An' then I'd drink some buttermilk +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Fresh from out the Dipper. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I'd skim along through fleecy clouds, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +An' see the great, Big Bear +</p> +<p> +An' ask him how he liked to live +</p> +<p class="i2"> +So high up in the air. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Wouldn't it be dandy +</p> +<p class="i2"> +To fly just when you please, +</p> +<p> +An' go an' ask the Dog-star +</p> +<p class="i2"> +If he worried much with fleas? +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[46]</span>I'd do all kinds of other things +</p> +<p class="i2"> +If I could only fly, +</p> +<p> +But I am just a little boy +</p> +<p class="i2"> +An' so I dassn't try. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A HAND-ME-DOWN. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Said Sue to her suitor: +</p> +<p class="i2"> +"You'll get a new suit, or +</p> +<p> +I'll sue for a suitor to suit." +</p> +<p class="i2"> +"Why Sue," said her suitor +</p> +<p> +Who tried hard to suit her, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +"Your suitor is suited to suit." +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[47] +</span> +FAREWELL SNOW. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +(After Walt Whitman.) +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +That light, that white, that weird, uncanny substance we call snow +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Is slowly sifting through the bare branches—and ever and anon +</p> +<p> +My thoughts sift with the drifting snow, and I am full of pale regret. +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Yes, full of pale regret and other things—you know what I mean. +</p> +<p> +And why? Because the snow must go; the time has came to part. +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Yes, it cannot wait much longer—like the flakes my thoughts are melting +</p> +<p> +'Tis here, 'tis there, in fact, 'tis everywhere—the snow I mean. +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Like the thick syrup which covers buckwheat cakes it lies. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[48]</span>The man who says he don't regret its passing also lies. +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And wilt thou never come again? Yes, thou wilt never come again. Alas! +</p> +<p> +How well I remember thee! 'Twas but yesterday, methinks. +</p> +<p class="i2"> +When a great daub of snow fell from a nearby housetop +</p> +<p> +And when I ventured—poor foolish mortal that I was—to look, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Caught me fairly in the mouth (an awful swat) and nearly smothered me. +</p> +<p> +There is another little trick of thine, most lovely snow— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +It is but a proof of thine affection to cling around our necks, +</p> +<p> +But still we swear—we cannot help it, Snow. +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Now it is "Skidoo," or "23 for you." Oh, cursed inconstancy of man! +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[49] +</span> +THE SAD TURKEY GOBBLER. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +O a fat turkey gobbler once sat on a limb +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And he sighed at the wind, and the wind sighed at him. +</p> +<p> +But the grief of the gobbler one could not diminish, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +For it was Thanksgiving and he saw his finish. +</p> +<p> +So the heart of the gobbler was heavy as lead +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And he muttered the words of the poet who said: +</p> +<p> +"Backward, turn backward, O Time in thy flight, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Make me a boy again, just for to-night!" +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[50] +</span> +SPRIG HAS CUB. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Sprig, Sprig—Oh lovely Sprig! +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Oh, hast thou cub to stay? +</p> +<p> +Add wilt the little birdies sig +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Throughout the livelog day? +</p> +<p> +What bessage dost thou brig to be, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Fair Lady of by dreabs— +</p> +<p> +Dost whisper of the babblig brook +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Ad fishig poles ad streabs? +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Those happy days have cub agaid, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The sweetest of the year, +</p> +<p> +Whed bad cad raise ad appetite +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Ad wholesub thirst for beer. +</p> +<p> +I've often thought id wudder, Sprig, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Of how the lily grows, +</p> +<p> +But the thig that's botherig be dow +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Is how to sprig dew clothes. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[51]</span>Sprig, Sprig—Oh lovely Sprig! +</p> +<p class="i2"> +By thoughts are all of you +</p> +<p> +I saw a robid yesterday— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +How strange it seebs—ad dew! +</p> +<p> +I've got a dreadful cold, Fair Sprig, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Or else I'd sig to thee +</p> +<p> +Ad air frob Beddelssohd, perhaps, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Or "The Shade of the Old Apple Tree." +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +THE HOT WEATHER FIEND. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Ah, somewhere in another world +</p> +<p class="i2"> +There is a warmer spot, +</p> +<p> +Where the fire is burning always. +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And always it is hot; +</p> +<p> +And always fiends are shouting, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And always flames are blue, +</p> +<p> +And always Satan's asking: +</p> +<p class="i2"> +"IS IT HOT ENOUGH FOR YOU?" +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[52] +</span> +WHEN THE LID WAS ON. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +They were seated there in silence +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Each one busy with a frown, +</p> +<p> +It was midnight in the city, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And the lid was on the town. +</p> +<p> +They had all been playing poker +</p> +<p class="i2"> +'Mid the rattle of the chink, +</p> +<p> +When a gloom fell o'er the party, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +For they couldn't buy a drink, +</p> +<p> +But a little fellow whispered +</p> +<p class="i2"> +As he held a poker hand, +</p> +<p> +"Can't we get as drunk on water +</p> +<p class="i2"> +As we can upon the land?" +</p> +<p> +Then we kicked the little rascal, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And we spoke without a frown, +</p> +<p> +And we anchored safe in harbor +</p> +<p class="i2"> +When the lid was on the town. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[53] +</span> +THE DOODLE BUG. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Why that's a doodle bug, my child +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Who lives alone, remote and wild. +</p> +<p> +His domicile's a hole in the ground +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And when at home he's easily found. +</p> +<p> +The only plan allowed by law +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Is to lure him forth upon a straw, +</p> +<p> +For the doodle bug is a misanthrope +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And otherwise is sure to elope. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +GRIT. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I hate the fellow who sits around +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And knocks the livelong day— +</p> +<p> +Who tells of the work he might have done; +</p> +<p class="i2"> +If things had come his way. +</p> +<p> +But I love the fellow who pushes ahead +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And smiles at his work or play— +</p> +<p> +You can wager when things do come around, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +They will come his way—and stay. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[54] +</span> +THE NEXT MORNING. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +What a difference in the morning +</p> +<p class="i2"> +When you try to raise your head; +</p> +<p> +When your eyelids seem so heavy +</p> +<p class="i2"> +You could swear they were of lead; +</p> +<p> +When your tongue is thickly coated +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And you have an awful thirst; +</p> +<p> +When you drink so much cold water +</p> +<p class="i2"> +That you feel about to burst; +</p> +<p> +When you lift your hand towards heaven +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And solemnly do say: +</p> +<p> +"I'm going to 'cut out' drinking +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And I'll swear off right to-day." +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A WONDERFUL FEAT. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I never walk along the street +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Because I haven't any feet; +</p> +<p> +Nor is this strange when I repeat +</p> +<p class="i2"> +That I am but a garden beet. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[55] +</span> +APRIL FOOL. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +'Twas on the f-f-f-first of April D-D-Day, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +W-w-w-when Nature s-s-smiled and all w-w-was gay, +</p> +<p> +And I—w-w-why I was in a w-w-whirl, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +'C-c-cause I w-w-was w-w-walking w-w-with my g-g-girl. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +We w-w-wandered through a leafless w-w-wood +</p> +<p class="i2"> +W-w-where many giant oak-t-t-trees s-s-stood, +</p> +<p> +And p-p-paused beside a d-d-dark g-g-green pool +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And sat d-d-down on a rustic s-s-stool. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +T-t-then out I s-s-spoke in accents b-b-bold, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And all m-m-my l-love for her I t-t-told. +</p> +<p> +She answered w-w-with a sweet, s-s-hy g-g-glance<span class='pagenum'>[56]</span> +</p> +<p class="i2"> +That pierced m-m-my h-h-heart like C-C-Cupid's l-lance. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I seized her in a t-t-tight embrace, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And s-s-showered k-k-kisses on her f-f-face, +</p> +<p> +And t-t-told her that I'd g-g-give my l-life +</p> +<p class="i2"> +If she would only b-b-be my w-w-wife. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +"Please k-k-keep your l-l-life," the m-m-maid replied +</p> +<p class="i2"> +"F-f-for I w-w-will gladly b-b-be your b-b-bride, +</p> +<p> +And y-y-you" she s-s-said, in t-t-tones quite c-c-cool, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +"W-w-why you c-c-can b-b-be my April F-F-Fool." +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +BRUTAL MARY. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Mary had a little lamb, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The lamb was always buttin' +</p> +<p> +So Mary killed the little lamb +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And turned him into mutton. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[57] +</span> +YOU COULDN'T HARDLY NOTICE IT AT ALL. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +There was a girl in our town +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Who dearly loved to flirt, +</p> +<p> +But the home folks never noticed it at all. +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The women in the neighborhood +</p> +<p> +All said she was too pert, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +But she never even noticed them at all. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +One night a young man came to call +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Who was considered slow, +</p> +<p> +But when he got alone with her, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +He turned the lights down low. +</p> +<p> +He begged her for a little kiss, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +She softly murmured "No," +</p> +<p> +But you couldn't hardly notice it at all. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[58] +</span> +THE ALARM CLOCK. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +With a clatter and a jangle, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And a wrangle and a screech, +</p> +<p> +How the old alarm clock wheezes +</p> +<p class="i2"> +As it sneezes out of reach! +</p> +<p> +How you groan and yawn and stretch +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In the chilly morning air, +</p> +<p> +As you pull the blankets tight, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +With your head clear out of sight— +</p> +<p> +How you swear! +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A NEW VERSION. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Old Mother Hubbard +</p> +<p class="i2"> +She went to the cupboard, +</p> +<p> +To find a nice bone for her dog. +</p> +<p class="i2"> +But when she got there +</p> +<p> +The cupboard was bare, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And now they are both on the hog. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[59] +</span> +OH SCISSORS! +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I knew a young man so conceited +</p> +<p class="i2"> +That a glance at his face made you heated. +</p> +<p> +One night, playing whist, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +He was slapped on the wrist, +</p> +<p> +Because some one said that he cheated. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +HE APED HER. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +An impudent Barbary ape +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Once tried on a lady's new cape. +</p> +<p> +As he gave a big grin, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The lady came in, +</p> +<p> +And—his children are still wearing crepe. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[60] +</span> +TAKE UP THE HOUSEHOLD BURDEN. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Take up the household burden, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +No iron rule of kings, +</p> +<p> +But make your family understand +</p> +<p class="i2"> +That you are running things, +</p> +<p> +Don't storm around and bluster, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And don't get mad and swear +</p> +<p> +If in the soup is floating— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +A rag and a hank of hair. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Take up the household burden +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In patience to abide, +</p> +<p> +To curse the irate grocer +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And make your wife confide +</p> +<p> +By open speech and simple +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And hundred times made plain +</p> +<p> +How she has sought to profit +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In spending all you gain. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[61]</span>Take up the household burden— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The little baby boy, +</p> +<p> +And walk the floor in anguish +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And don't let it annoy. +</p> +<p> +For when the kid seems sleepy +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And you are feeling "sold," +</p> +<p> +There comes a cry from baby boy +</p> +<p class="i2"> +That makes your blood run cold. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Take up the household burden +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And try and be a man, +</p> +<p> +Just simply grin and bear it +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And do the best you can. +</p> +<p> +Come now and try your manhood +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And let the future go, +</p> +<p> +And listen to your elders— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +They've tried it and they know. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[62] +</span> +VITASCOPE PICTURES. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A young girl stands +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Upon the sands, +</p> +<p> +And waves her hands— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Flirtation. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A fresh young man +</p> +<p class="i2"> +With shoes of tan, +</p> +<p> +Looks spick and span— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Expectation. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +They walk the beach, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +She seems a peach +</p> +<p> +Just out of reach— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Vexation. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Ah what is this? +</p> +<p class="i2"> +A sound of bliss +</p> +<p> +A kiss, a kiss— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Elation. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A father lean<span class='pagenum'>[63]</span> +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Upon the scene, +</p> +<p> +Looks awful mean— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +(Curtain.) +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +AN IRISH TOAST. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Here's to dear Ould Ireland, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Here's to the Irish lass, +</p> +<p> +Here's to Dennis and Mike and Pat, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Here's to the sparkling glass. +</p> +<p> +Here's to the Irish copper, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +He may be green all right, +</p> +<p> +But you bet he's Mickie on the spot +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Whenever it comes to a fight. +</p> +<p> +Here's to Robert Emmet, too, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And here's to our dear Tom Moore. +</p> +<p> +Here's to the Irish shamrock, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Here's to the land we adore. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[64] +</span> +MY LIFE AND DEATH. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +(By A. Turkey Gobbler.) +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I'm just a turkey gobbler, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +But I've got a word to say +</p> +<p> +And I'd like to say it quickly +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Before I pass away, +</p> +<p> +For I will get it in the neck +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Upon Thanksgiving Day. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I cannot keep from thinking +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Of poor Marie Antoinette, +</p> +<p> +She lost her head completely, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +But this is what I'll get— +</p> +<p> +They'll knock the stuffin' out o' me +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Without the least regret. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I've just a few days left now +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Before I meet my fate, +</p> +<p> +For every turkey gets the axe,<span class='pagenum'>[65]</span> +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The little and the great. +</p> +<p> +There never was a turkey born +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Who didn't fill a plate. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Only three days left now, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Goodness, how time flies! +</p> +<p> +It brings a sadness to my heart +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And teardrops to my eyes. +</p> +<p> +Does every turkey feel that way +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Three days before he dies? +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +This is a very cruel world +</p> +<p class="i2"> +(I'm talking sober facts), +</p> +<p> +For I was only raised to be +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The victim of an axe— +</p> +<p> +The butt of all your silly jokes, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And all your funny cracks. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And when you sit down Thursday +</p> +<p class="i2"> +How happy you will be, +</p> +<p> +Every person gathered there +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Will eat enough for three. +</p> +<p> +I'll be the guest of honor +</p> +<p class="i2"> +'Cause that dinner is on ME. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[66] +</span> +L'ENVOI. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I'm the ghost of that poor gobbler +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Who used to be so great, +</p> +<p> +They took my poor, neglected bones +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And piled them on a plate. +</p> +<p> +Reader, shed a kindly tear +</p> +<p class="i2"> +For my unhappy fate. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +This is the common lot of all +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Upon the world's great chart; +</p> +<p> +We've got to leave a pile of bones— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The stupid and the smart. +</p> +<p> +Even when Napoleon died +</p> +<p class="i2"> +He left a Bonaparte. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +We are merely puppets +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Moving on a string, +</p> +<p> +And when we think that we are IT, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The axe will fall—"Gezing!" +</p> +<p> +O, Grave, where is thy victory? +</p> +<p class="i2"> +O, Death, where is thy sting? +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[67] +</span> +IF I WERE CITY EDITOR. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +(After Ben King, Dedicated to E. Jesse Conway.) +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +If I were City Editor +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And you should come to my cold desk and choke, +</p> +<p> +And say, "Old man I'm actually dead broke." +</p> +<p class="i2"> +I say, if I were City Editor, +</p> +<p> +And you should come in deepest grief and woe +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And say, "Oh Lordy let me have the dough," +</p> +<p> +I might arise with slow and solemn wink +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And lecture you upon the curse of drink. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +If I were City Editor +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And you should come to my hotel and reel, +</p> +<p> +Clasping my beer to quench the thirst you feel, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +I say if I were City Editor +</p> +<p> +And you should come in trembling and in fear<span class='pagenum'>[68]</span> +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And even hint about licking up that beer, +</p> +<p> +I'd hit you just one swat, and then, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +I guess I'd have to order one more bier. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +TRANSCENDENTALISM. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +What is transcendentalism? +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Merely sentimentalism +</p> +<p> +With a dash of egotism +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Somewhat mixed with mysticism. +</p> +<p> +Not at all like Socialism, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Nor a bit like Atheism, +</p> +<p> +Hinges not on pessimism, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Treats of man's asceticism, +</p> +<p> +Quite opposes anarchism. +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Can't you name another "Ism?" +</p> +<p> +Yes, it's transcendentalism. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[69] +</span> +THE EPIC OF THE HOG. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +(Man's Inhumanity to Hogs Makes Countless Thousands Squeal.) +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I lived upon a little farm, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +A happy hog was I, +</p> +<p> +I never dreamed of any harm +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Nor ever thought to die. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +All day I wallowed in the mud, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And ate the choicest slops. +</p> +<p> +I watched the brindles chew their cud— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The farmer tend his crops. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Upon the hottest days I'd go +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And flounder in the river— +</p> +<p> +I thought that hogs might come and go, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +But I would live forever. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Then finally I waxed so fat +</p> +<p class="i2"> +That I could hardly walk,<span class='pagenum'>[70]</span> +</p> +<p> +And then the farmers gather 'round +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And all began to talk. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I couldn't understand a word, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +All I did was grunt; +</p> +<p> +You see that's all a hog can do— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +It is his only stunt. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +But finally they took me out +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And put me on a train. +</p> +<p> +I really couldn't move about +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And squealed with might and main. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I grunted, grunted as I flew +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And moved in vain endeavor, +</p> +<p> +But even then I thought it true +</p> +<p class="i2"> +That I would live forever. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And so we came to Packingtown +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Where there were hogs galore, +</p> +<p> +I never saw so many hogs +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In all my life before. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[71]</span>Then we had to shoot the chutes +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And climb a flight of stairs, +</p> +<p> +We never had a chance to stop +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Or time to say our prayers. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Loud-squealing hogs above, below +</p> +<p class="i2"> +They formed a seething river, +</p> +<p> +For men may come and men may go +</p> +<p class="i2"> +But hogs go on forever. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And then I saw an iron wheel +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Which stood alone in state, +</p> +<p> +And then I heard an awful squeal— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +A hog had met his fate. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A devilish chain upon the wheel +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Had seized him by the leg; +</p> +<p> +It was no use to kick and squeal, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +It was no use to beg. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I longed in deepest grief and woe +</p> +<p class="i2"> +To leave that brimming river;<span class='pagenum'>[72]</span> +</p> +<p> +If once into that room you go +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Your fate is sealed forever. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Farewell, Farewell, a long farewell, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Around the room I spin, +</p> +<p> +And then a fellow with a knife +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Smites me below the chin. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i14"> +L'Envoi. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Dear reader I was just a hog, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +But O it's awful hard +</p> +<p> +To die disgraced, and then to be— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Turned into "Pure Leaf Lard." +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[73] +</span> +IN KENTUCKY. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +(A Response to Judge Mulligan's Famous Toast.) +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The moonlight may be softest +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky, +</p> +<p> +And summer days come oftest +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky, +</p> +<p> +But friendship is the strongest +</p> +<p class="i2"> +When the money lasts the longest +</p> +<p> +Or you sometimes get in wrongest +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Sunshine is the brightest +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky, +</p> +<p> +And a right is often rightest +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky, +</p> +<p> +While plain girls are the fewest, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +They work their eyes the truest,<span class='pagenum'>[74]</span> +</p> +<p> +They leave a fellow bluest +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +All debts are treated lightest +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky, +</p> +<p> +So make your home the brightest +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky, +</p> +<p> +If you have the social entree +</p> +<p class="i2"> +You need never think of pay, +</p> +<p> +Or, at least, that's what they say +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Orators are the proudest +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky, +</p> +<p> +And they always talk the loudest +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky. +</p> +<p> +While boys may be the fliest, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Their money is the shyest, +</p> +<p> +They carry bluffs the highest +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Pedigrees are longest +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky,<span class='pagenum'>[75]</span> +</p> +<p> +Family trees the strongest +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky. +</p> +<p> +For blue blood is a pride, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +But, if you've ever tried +</p> +<p> +You'll find 'sporting blood' inside +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Society is exclusive +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky, +</p> +<p> +So do not be intrusive +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky. +</p> +<p> +If you want the right of way, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And have the coin to pay, +</p> +<p> +You'll be in the swim to stay +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The race track's all the money +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky, +</p> +<p> +But don't you go there, sonny +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky. +</p> +<p> +For, while thoroughbreds are fleetest,<span class='pagenum'>[76]</span> +</p> +<p class="i2"> +They get your coin the neatest, +</p> +<p> +And leave you looking seediest +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Short-skates are the thickest +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky, +</p> +<p> +They spot a sucker quickest +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky. +</p> +<p> +They'll set up to a drink, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Get your money 'fore you think, +</p> +<p> +And you get the "dinky dink" +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +If you want to be fraternal +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky, +</p> +<p> +Just call a fellow "Colonel" +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky, +</p> +<p> +Or, give a man a nudge +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And say, "How are you, Judge?" +</p> +<p> +For they never call that "fudge" +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[77]</span>But when you have tough luck +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky, +</p> +<p> +In other words "get stuck" +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky, +</p> +<p> +Just raise your voice and holler +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And you'll always raise a dollar, +</p> +<p> +While a drink is sure to follow +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +'Tis true that birds sing sweetest +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky, +</p> +<p> +That women folk are neatest +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky, +</p> +<p> +But there are things you shouldn't tell +</p> +<p class="i2"> +About our grand old State—and, well— +</p> +<p> +Politics is h——l +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In Kentucky. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[78] +</span> +IN DEEPER VEIN. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The Incubus. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The way was dark within the gloomy church-yard, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +As I wandered through the woodland near the stream, +</p> +<p> +With slow and heavy tread +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Through a city of the dead, +</p> +<p> +When suddenly I heard a dreadful scream. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +My heart gave frantic leap, as when the roebuck +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Is started by the clamor of the chase, +</p> +<p> +And I halted all atremble +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In the vain hope to dissemble, +</p> +<p> +Or cloak the leaden pallor on my face. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +'Twas in the ghostly month of grim December, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The frozen winds were bitter in their cry<span class='pagenum'>[79]</span> +</p> +<p> +And I muttered half aloud +</p> +<p class="i2"> +To that white and silent crowd: +</p> +<p> +"'Tis a somber month to live in or to die." +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And then as if in answer to my whisper, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Came a voice of some foul fiend from Hell: +</p> +<p> +"No longer live say I, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +'Tis better far to die +</p> +<p> +And let the falling snow-flakes sound the knell." +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Perched upon a tombstone sat the creature +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Grewsome as an unquenched, burning lust. +</p> +<p> +Sitting livid there +</p> +<p class="i2"> +With an open-coffin stare— +</p> +<p> +A stare that seemed the mocking of the just. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And in my thoughts the dreadful thing is sitting— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Sitting there with eyelids red and blear, +</p> +<p> +And see it there I will +</p> +<p class="i2"> +'Til my restless soul is still +</p> +<p> +And the earth-clods roll and rumble on my bier. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[80] +</span> +TO CLARA MORRIS. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +In days gone by, the poets wrote +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Sweet verses to the ladies fair; +</p> +<p> +Described the nightingale's clear note, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Or penned an Ode to Daphne's hair. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +To dare all for a woman's smile +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Or breathe one's heart out in a rose— +</p> +<p> +Such trifles now are out of style, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The scented manuscript must close. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Yet Villon wrote his roundelays, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And that sweet singer Horace; +</p> +<p> +But I will sing of other days +</p> +<p class="i2"> +In praise of Clara Morris. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Youth is but the joy of life, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Not the eternal moping; +</p> +<p> +We get no happiness from strife +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Nor yet by blindly groping. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[81]</span>All the world's a stage you know +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The men and women actors; +</p> +<p> +A little joy, a little woe— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +These are but human factors. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The mellow days still come and go, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The earth is full of beauty; +</p> +<p> +If we would only think it so, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Life is not all a duty. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And you are young in heart not years, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Is this not true because +</p> +<p> +You mingle happiness with tears +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And do not look for flaws? +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Your silver hair is but the snow +</p> +<p class="i2"> +That drifts above the roses, +</p> +<p> +And though the years may come and go +</p> +<p class="i2"> +They can but scatter posies. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[82] +</span> +REQUIESCAT. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +(Mrs. Jefferson Davis, widow of the President +</p> +<p> +of the Southern Confederacy died October 16, 1906.) +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Oh weep fair South, and bow thy head +</p> +<p class="i2"> +For one is gone beyond recall! +</p> +<p> +Cast flowers on the sainted dead +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Who sleeps beneath a funeral pall. +</p> +<p class="i2"> +To the sound of muffled drum, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +To the sound of muffled drum. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +She saw a noble husband's fame +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Grow more enduring with the years, +</p> +<p> +And in the land his honored name +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Loom brighter through a mist of tears, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +But the sound of muffled drum! +</p> +<p class="i2"> +O the sound of muffled drum! +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Our fate is but to meet and part +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Upon Life's dark and troubled sea,<span class='pagenum'>[83]</span> +</p> +<p> +Yet recollection stirs the heart, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Of men in gray who used to be, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +But the sound of muffled drum! +</p> +<p class="i2"> +O the sound of muffled drum! +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Brave South, 'tis but a moment's pause +</p> +<p class="i2"> +E'er on that dim and distant shore, +</p> +<p> +The heroes of thy Fallen Cause +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Will meet again to part no more +</p> +<p class="i2"> +To the sound of muffled drum. +</p> +<p class="i2"> +To the sound of muffled drum. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +CRABBED. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A college professor one day +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Was fishing in Chesapeake Bay; +</p> +<p> +Said a crab to his mate, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +"Let's kick off the bait, +</p> +<p> +This business is too old to pay." +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[84] +</span> +LIFE. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The list is long, the stories read the same; +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Strong mortal man is but a flesh-hued toy; +</p> +<p> +Some have their ending in a life of shame; +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Others drink deeply from the glass of joy; +</p> +<p> +Some see the cup dashed dripping from their lip +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Or drinking, find the wine has turned to gall, +</p> +<p> +While others taste the sweets they fain would sip +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And then Death comes—the sequel to it all. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[85] +</span> +TO POE. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +You lived in a land horror-haunted, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And wrote with a pen half-divine; +</p> +<p> +You drank bitter sorrow, undaunted +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And cast precious pearls before swine. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +TO A CHILD AT CHRISTMAS TIME. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +May the day that gave Christ birth +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Bring you boundless joy and mirth, +</p> +<p> +Fill the golden hours with gladness, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Raise no thought to cause you sadness. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<a href="#note1" name="noteref1"> +<sup> +1</sup> +</a> +<p> +THE WAR OF THE RATS AND MICE.<span class='pagenum'>[86] +</span> +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Far back within an age remote, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Which common history fails to note, +</p> +<p> +When dogs could talk, and pigs could sing, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And frogs obeyed a wooden king, +</p> +<p> +There lived a tribe of rats so mean, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +That such a set was never seen. +</p> +<p> +For during all the livelong day +</p> +<p class="i2"> +They fought and quarrelled in the hay, +</p> +<p> +And then at night they robbed the mice, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Who always were so kind and nice. +</p> +<p> +They stole their bread, they stole their meat, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And all the jam they had to eat; +</p> +<p> +They gobbled up their pies and cake, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And everything the mice could bake; +</p> +<p> +They stuffed themselves with good fresh meal, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And ruined all they could not steal;<span class='pagenum'>[87]</span> +</p> +<p> +They slapped their long tails in the butter +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Until they made a frightful splutter; +</p> +<p> +Then, sleek and fine in coats of silk, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +They swam about in buttermilk. +</p> +<p> +They ate up everything they found, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And flung the plates upon the ground. +</p> +<p> +And catching three mice by their tails, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +They drowned them in the water-pails; +</p> +<p> +Then seeing it was morning light, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +They scampered home with all their might. +</p> +<p> +The mouse-tribe living far and near, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +At once this awful thing did hear, +</p> +<p> +And all declared with cries of rage, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +A war against the rats they'd wage. +</p> +<p> +The mouse-king blew a trumpet blast, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And soon the mice came thick and fast +</p> +<p> +From every place, in every manner, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And crowded round the royal banner. +</p> +<p> +Each had a sword, a bow and arrow; +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Each felt as brave as any sparrow, +</p> +<p> +And promised, in the coming fight,<span class='pagenum'>[88]</span> +</p> +<p class="i2"> +To die or put the rats to flight. +</p> +<p> +The king put on a coat of mail, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And tied a bow-knot to his tail; +</p> +<p> +He wore a pistol by his side, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And on a bull-frog he did ride. +</p> +<p> +"March on!" he cried. And, hot and thick, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +His army rushed, in double quick. +</p> +<p> +And hardly one short hour had waned, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Before the ranks the rat-camp gained, +</p> +<p> +With sounding drum and screaming fife, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Enough to raise the dead to life. +</p> +<p> +The rats, awakened by the clatter, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Rushed out to see what was the matter, +</p> +<p> +Then down the whole mouse-army flew, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And many thieving rats it slew. +</p> +<p> +The mice hurrahed, the rats they squealed, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And soon the dreadful battle-field +</p> +<p> +Was blue with smoke and red with fire, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And filled with blood and savage ire. +</p> +<p> +The rats had eaten so much jam, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +So many pies and so much ham,<span class='pagenum'>[89]</span> +</p> +<p> +And were so fat and sick and swollen +</p> +<p class="i2"> +With all the good things they had stolen +</p> +<p> +That they could neither fight nor run; +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And so the mice the battle won. +</p> +<p> +They threw up rat-fur in the air; +</p> +<p class="i2"> +They piled up rat-tails everywhere; +</p> +<p> +And slaughtered rats bestrewed the ground +</p> +<p class="i2"> +For ten or twenty miles around. +</p> +<p> +The rat-king galloped from the field +</p> +<p class="i2"> +When all the rest were forced to yield; +</p> +<p> +But though he still retained his skin, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +He nearly fainted with chagrin, +</p> +<p> +To think that in that bloody tide +</p> +<p class="i2"> +So many of his rats had died. +</p> +<p> +Fierce anger blazed within his breast; +</p> +<p class="i2"> +He would not stop to eat or rest; +</p> +<p> +But spurring up his fiery steed, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +He seized a sharp and trusty reed— +</p> +<p> +Then, wildly shouting, rushed like hail +</p> +<p class="i2"> +To cut off little mouse-king's tail. +</p> +<p> +The mouse-king's face turned red with passion<span class='pagenum'>[90]</span> +</p> +<p class="i2"> +To see a rat come in such fashion, +</p> +<p> +For he had just that minute said +</p> +<p class="i2"> +That every thieving rat was dead. +</p> +<p> +The rat was scared, and tried to run, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And vowed that he was just in fun; +</p> +<p> +But nought could quell the mouse-king's fury— +</p> +<p class="i2"> +He cared not then for judge or jury; +</p> +<p> +And with his sharp and quivering spear, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +He pierced the rat right through the ear. +</p> +<p> +The rat fell backward in the clover, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Kicked up his legs, and all was over. +</p> +<p> +The mice, with loud and joyful tones, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Now gathered all the bad rats' bones, +</p> +<p> +And with them built a pyramid, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Down which their little children slid. +</p> +<p> +And after that eventful day +</p> +<p class="i2"> +The mice in peace and joy could play, +</p> +<p> +For now no wicked rats could steal +</p> +<p class="i2"> +Their cakes and jam and pies and meal, +</p> +<p> +Nor catch them by their little tails, +</p> +<p class="i2"> +And drown them in the water-pails. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="note1"> + +</a> +<p class="foot"> +<a href="#noteref1"> +<sup> +1</sup> +</a> +Written by the author's father, the late George W. Ranck. It first appeared in St. Nicholas and is reprinted by permission of The Century Company. +</p> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[91]</span> +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class='pagenum'> +[92] +</span> +Things Worth While. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +To sit and dream in a shady nook +</p> +<p> +While the phantom clouds roll by; +</p> +<p> +To con some long-remembered book +</p> +<p> +When the pulse of youth beats high. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +To thrill when the dying sunset glows +</p> +<p> +Through the heart of a mystic wood, +</p> +<p> +To drink the sweetness of some wild rose, +</p> +<p> +And to find the whole world good. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +To bring unto others joy and mirth, +</p> +<p> +And keep what friends you can; +</p> +<p> +To learn that the rarest gift on earth +</p> +<p> +Is the love of your fellow man. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +To hold the respect of those you know, +</p> +<p> +To scorn dishonest pelf; +</p> +<p> +To sympathize with another's woe, +</p> +<p> +And just be true to yourself. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +To find that a woman's honest love +</p> +<p> +In this great world of strife +</p> +<p> +Gleams steadfast like a star, above +</p> +<p> +The dark morass of life. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +To feel a baby's clinging hand, +</p> +<p> +To watch a mother's smile; +</p> +<p> +To dwell once more in fairyland— +</p> +<p> +These are the things worth while. +</p> +</div> +</div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Poems for Pale People, by Edwin C. 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Ranck + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Poems for Pale People + A Volume of Verse + +Author: Edwin C. Ranck + +Release Date: October 9, 2008 [EBook #26864] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS FOR PALE PEOPLE *** + + + + +Produced by David Garcia and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Kentuckiana Digital Library) + + + + + + +Poems for Pale People + +A Volume of Verse + + + +By + +Edwin C. Ranck + + + +Humanity Printing and Publishing Co. +St. Louis, Mo. + +Copyrighted 1906 by +EDWIN C. RANCK + + + + +PREFACE + + +_This little volume was written for no reason on earth and with no +earthly reason. It just simply happened, on the principle, I suppose +that "murder will out." Murder is a bad thing and so are nonsense +rhymes. There is often a valid excuse for murder; there is none for +nonsense rhymes. They seem to be a necessary evil to be classed with +smallpox, chicken-pox, yellow fever and other irruptive diseases. They +are also on the order of the boomerang and eventually rebound and +inflict much suffering on the unlucky verse-slinger. So you see +nonsense, like a little learning is a dangerous thing and should be +handled with as much care as the shotgun which is never known to be +loaded._ + +_A man who writes nonsense may become in time a big gun. But this is +rare; more often he becomes a small bore. This appears paradoxical and +will probably require thinking over, but the more you think it over the +less you will understand. This is true of parlor magic. It is also true +of the magazine poets. It really never pays to think. Thinking is too +much like work. After reading these rhymes you will not think that the +writer ever did think, which after all is the right way to think._ + +_When Dryden wrote "Alexander's Feast" he modestly stated that it was +the grandest poem ever written. Mr. Dryden evidently believed this or +he wouldn't have said so. But then every one did not agree with Mr. +Dryden. Now I am going one step further and will positively state that +the writer of this volume is the greatest poetical genius who has not +yet died in infancy._ + +_This is an astounding statement but it can be corroborated by admiring +friends, for the writer is like a certain brand of children's food in +that he is advertised by his loving friends._ + +_Speaking of "Alexander's Feast" it simply cannot be compared to any +one of the finished, poetic gems in this collection because it is so +utterly different. The difference is what made Dryden famous. But +comparisons are odious, and Mr. Dryden has been dead several years._ + +_"But what," you may ask, "is the object of nonsense verse?" Most +assuredly to make one laugh. That masterpiece of nonsense "Alice In +Wonderland" and its companion volume "Through The Looking Class" are +absurd books, but their very absurdity is what appeals to us most. +Their author, Mr. Lewis Carroll was, in private life a very sober +gentleman (at least we hope so). Nonsense is the salt of life with +which we season the dry food of everyday cooking._ + + _"A little nonsense now and then + Is relished by the wisest men."_ + +_Even serious old Longfellow had this feeling in his bones when he +wrote the immortal lines which all of us recall from childhood:_ + + _"There was a little girl + And she had a little curl + Which hung way down on her forehead; + And when she was good, + She was very good indeed, + But when she was bad, she was horrid."_ + +_This is nonsense pure and simple and even the most ardent admirers of +Mr. Longfellow must, when they try to make "forehead" and "horrid" +rhyme, admit that it was very poor verse for the author of +"Evangeline."_ + +_Bret Harte flew off at a tangent when he wrote about "Ah Sin, The +Chinaman," a nonsense poem that gave "Bill Nye" his pseudonym. Oliver +Wendell Holmes wrote "The Wonderful One-Hoss Shay." Rudyard Kipling is +often "caught with the goods on him" and Mark Twain wrote an "Ode to +Stephen Dowling Botts."_ + +_And Great Scott! I almost forgot that even such a gentle, domestic +creature as the cow has been the unconscious inspiration of much +nonsense and has doubtless often chewed the bitter cud of reflection in +deploring her undesired popularity. First she was forced (very much +against her will, no doubt) to jump over the moon to the undignified +strains of "Hey Diddle, Diddle." Then, just when beginning to breathe +easily again after that astounding performance, Gelett Burgess came +along and gave her more notoriety by raising the question as to whether +there was such a thing as a "purple cow." And even today in many of the +rural districts there are old farmers who never heard of Burgess and +his "purple cow" who will tell you solemnly that "there is a cow of a +sort of purplish color." Which goes to prove that after all nonsense is +only sense plus--NON._ + + + + +The poems in this collection have appeared from time to time in The +Kentucky Post, The Cincinnati Post, The Cincinnati Commercial Tribune, +Humanity and The Valley Magazine. + + + + + WHY THE MOLE IS BLIND. + + + In days gone by, when cows could fly + And goblins rode on bears; + When fairies danced upon the green + And giants moped in lairs, + There lived alone upon a shelf + A tinsie, winsie little elf. + + Just when the stars came out at night + And moonbeams filled the earth with light, + Down from his perch this little elf + Would jump and wander by himself. + He wore a pair of little wings + Tied in their place by golden strings. + + One day he took a kind of notion + To take a trip upon the ocean. + He combed his hair and washed his face + And put his little wings in place, + Then from his shelf he softly stole + And went to see his friend the mole + Who gave to him a pea-green boat + And guaranteed that it would float. + + A funny thing about this boat + 'Twas patterned from a ten-pound note. + The little elf was greatly pleased + And laughed until he sneezed and sneezed; + He launched his boat upon the sea + And kicked his little heels in glee. + + The mole looked on in glad surprise + (For in those days all moles had eyes.) + He shouted out a loud farewell + As the little row-boat rose and fell. + The elf picked up a golden oar + And soon lost sight of mole and shore. + + The elf rowed out for quite a way + And in the waves did sport and play, + Until at length the sun sank low + And then he thought it time to go. + Now just as luck would have it then + A prowling sea gull left his den. + + The savage sea gull loudly laughed + To see an elf in such a craft, + And swooping down upon the water + He did a thing he hadn't oughter, + For with his strong and sturdy beak + He caused the boat to spring a leak. + + He said he longed for a little change + And the bank-note boat was just in range; + The poor young elf gave one big holler + Just as the sea gull made a swallow + (And this is strange indeed to follow + For a gull himself is just a swallow.) + + The faithful mole heard this loud yell + And rushed down to the shore pell-mell. + Alas, alas he was too late + And saw his friend's unhappy fate; + He groaned, and shrieked and tore his fur + And raised an awful din and stir. + + The sea gull heard this awful racket + And seized the mole, just like a packet. + He carried him across the seas + To teach the young gulls A B C's. + But the loving mole went blind with rage + And they had to put him in a cage, + And ever since that fatal night + The moles have all been out of sight. + + + + + NOW THERE'S A COON IN THE MOON. + + + There was once an eccentric old coon, + Who ate dynamite with a spoon, + But when he got loaded + The powder exploded-- + And now there's a coon in the moon. + + + + + THE COUNTY FAIR. + + + Oh, let's go out to the county fair + And breathe the balmy country air, + And whittle a stick and look at the hosses, + Discuss the farmer's profit and losses. + + We'll take a look at the country stock + And drink some milk from a dairy crock; + Look at the pigs and admire the chickens, + And try to forget it's hot as the dickens. + + Forget there are any political rings + Just think of the butter and eggs and things; + So wash off the buggy and hitch up the mare, + And we'll all go out to the county fair. + + + + + O'DOWD OF THE JEFFERSON CLUB. + + + A maddened horse comes down the street, + With waving mane and flying feet. + The crowd scatters in every direction; + It looks like a fight at a city election. + A big policeman waves his hands, + And the air is full of vague commands, + While across the street a retail grocer + Shrieks to his child as the horse draws closer + When suddenly out of the mad hubbub, + Steps Jimmie O'Dowd of the Jefferson Club. + + Every man there holds his breath-- + To stop the horse means sudden death. + But quick as a flash, + O'Dowd makes a dash. + With all his might and the horse's mane, + He brings the old plug to a halt again. + Then every man there doffs his hat + And cries "Well, what do you think of that?" + Never since the days of Nero + Has there been a greater hero. + + + + + HALLOWEEN. + + + A night when witches skim the air, + When spooks and goblins climb the stair; + When bats rush out with muffled wings, + And now and then the door-bell rings; + But just the funniest thing of all + Is 'cause you can't see when they call. + + + + + SATURDAY ON THE FARM. + + + 'Tis Saturday morn and all is bright + By nature's own endowing; + The sun is fiercely giving light, + And only me-- + Plowing. + + Across the river I hear the sound + Of a boatman slowly rowing; + I have no time to fool around, + Especially when I'm-- + Hoeing. + + And when the dinner hour has come, + And thoughts of work are fleeting, + I only hear the insects hum, + Because I'm busy-- + Eating. + + At night when all things are at rest, + Safe in Old Morpheus' keeping, + No troubles do my mind infest, + For I am soundly-- + Sleeping. + + + + + LOVING JOHN. + + + John went into the garden one day + And found his baby sister at play; + + John hit baby with a brick + And laughed because it made her sick. + + John is only two and six + And loves to do these funny tricks. + + + + + THE CIRCUS. + + + O, the circus parade! O, the circus parade! + It lays all the politics back in the shade, + And the merchants forget that they've got any trade, + While many remember they've never been paid + As they rushed out to look at the circus parade; + And preachers who used to be terribly staid + Yell just like boys at the circus parade. + Every one's there, both the mistress and maid, + All looking on at the circus parade. + + And out at the grounds, when you've seen the parade, + How delicious it is to drink pink lemonade; + And look at the elephant twirling his trunk, + And laugh at the capers cut by the monk; + Watch the old clown who is acting a dunce, + And try hard to see three rings going at once; + Gaze at the ringmaster cracking his whip, + And watch the tight-rope artist skip. + I saw that circus, Yes Sirree! + Saw about enough for three. + + + + + LENT. + + + "Oh lend me five," the young man cried, + "My money all is spent." + The maiden shook her head and sighed, + "I'm sorry but it's Lent." + + + + + THE PROCESSIONAL. + + (Written in collaboration with R. B. Hamilton.) + + + When Julius Caesar met his death, + He muttered in his dying breath: + "It is not patriotism now + Prompts you to break your friendship's vow." + Quoth Brutus, as he stabbed again + The greatest of his countrymen: + "You're in this fix + Through politics." + + As on his path Columbus sped, + A sailor to the great man said: + "Without a break, without a bend, + The broad Atlantic has no end." + And to the sailor at his side, + 'Tis rumored, that great man replied: + "I guess I know. + You go below." + + The snow fell fast on Russia's soil, + The soldiers, wearied with their toil, + Cried: "'Tis not possible that we + Our native France again shall see." + Stern ever in the face of death, + Napoleon said beneath his breath: + "Go take a walk, + I hate such talk." + + A cherry tree lay on the ground, + On George's body, pa did pound; + "But pa," George cried, "It seems to me + That you are wrong; dis ain't your tree." + The old man sadly shook his head + And to his wayward son he said: + "Don't lie to me + I know my tree." + + When Dewey on his flagship sailed, + The Spaniards never even quailed. + "Oh, it ain't possible," said they, + "For him to reach Manila Bay." + But Dewey merely smiled in glee, + "It isn't possible?" quoth he, + "Why, hully gee, + Just wait and see." + + + + + MORAL. + + Thus onward as through life we go, + Amid the pomp, and glare, and show, + We oft some proverb misconstrue + And mutter boldly, "'Tis not true." + But in their calm, majestic way, + We hear the tongues of wise men say: + "You go way back + And then sit down." + + + + + AT THE TELEPHONE. + + + Ting-ling--"South, please, 1085; + Why hello, Jim--Oh, Saints alive! + It's south, I told you--hello; no, + I said once that I could not go. + + "Say, can you meet me there tonight? + Confound it, Jim, you must be tight. + What are you saying anyhow, + I've got the wrong ear by the sow? + + "Not pretty? Why, she's out o'sight, + Oh, shut up; that will be all right. + You can't walk there? Why it ain't far; + We get there on a 'lectric car. + + "Well, Great Scott, man, don't talk all day, + But let me know now right away. + Miss B----, Oh, let the old girl wait; + We won't be out so very late. + + "You will? All right then--eight o'clock; + Be sure and meet me on the block, + Remember now, don't get it wrong; + All right, old man (Ting-ling), so long." + + + + + A HARDSHIP. + + + I never saw a loaf of bread + Conspicuous in its purity, + But that I sadly shook my head + And left five-cents as surety. + + + + + CHRISTMAS TOYS. + + + Say, I like toys, + Christmas toys. + Remember when we were boys + Long ago? + Then you were a kid + Not a beau. + And on Christmas Day, + Oh, say, + We got up in the dark + And had a jolly lark + Round the fire. + The cold air was shocking + As we peeped in our stocking-- + And, way down in the toe, + Now say this is so-- + Dad placed a dollar. + Made me holler. + Yes, sirree, + + They were good to me. + Remember Jim? + Mean trick I did him. + You know Jim was surly? + Well I got up early + Took his dollar out, + And put a rock + In his sock. + Gee, he was mad, + Went and told dad; + But dad he just laughed + And said: + Might's well be dead + If you couldn't have fun. + Then for spite, + I kept that dollar 'til night. + Funny, seein' these toys + Made me think of us boys. + But now, Gee! + Christmas ain't like it used to be. + + + + + THE RUBAIYAT OF A KENTUCKIAN. + + + Wake for the sun, that scatters into flight, + The poker players who have stayed all night; + Drives husbands home with reeling steps, and then-- + Gives to the sleepy "cops" an awful fright. + + I sometimes think that never blows so red + The nose, as when the spirits strike the head; + That every step one takes upon the way + Makes him wish strongly he were home in bed. + + The moving finger writes, but having "pull", + You think that you can settle things in full, + But when you interview the Police Judge, + You find that you have made an awful bull. + + Some nonsense verses underneath the bough, + A little "booze", a time to loaf, and thou-- + Beside me howling in the wilderness, + Would be enough for one day anyhow. + + + + + THE MEDICINE MAN. + + + Good people if you have the mumps, + Or ever get down with the dumps; + Or have bad cold or aching pains, + Or ever suffer with chilblains-- + Don't seek your doctor for advice, + And pay him some tremendous price, + But buy a drug that's safe and sure-- + In fact, get Blank's Consumptive Cure. + + + + + ALAS. + + + He led her out across the sand, + And by her side did sit: + He asked to hold her little hand, + She sweetly answered, "Nit." + + + + + THE GLORIOUS FOURTH AND ITS MEMORIES. + + + Have you ever mused in silence upon a summer's day + And let your thoughts run riot and your feelings have full sway, + As you sprawled full length upon the grass in some secluded dell + And breathed the balmy country air, and smelt the country smell? + + Then as you muse, + And gently snooze, + Between thinks + You remember those jinks + When spirits were high + On the Fourth of July. + + There was little Willie Browning, the worst of all the boys + Who had a sure-nuff cannon that made all kinds of noise; + And when the cannon wouldn't go he blew into the muzzle, + But what became of Willie's teeth has always been a puzzle. + + How the folks looked askance + At the seats of our pants, + When those giant skyrockets + Went off in our pockets! + Gee whiz! + What fun the Fourth is! + + When the red-hot July sun began to wink the clouds away, + We were out with whoops and shoutings to celebrate the day. + With piece of punk in one hand and crackers in the other, + We would troop home later in the day for linseed oil and mother. + + But our burns + Were small concerns. + Our hearts were light, + Injuries slight. + Not even a sigh + On the Fourth of July. + + And as you lie and ponder, the thought comes home to you + That your youngest boy now celebrates the way you used to do; + And the mother that he bawls for to have those small wounds dressed + Is the woman whom long years ago you swore you loved the best. + + But what funny things + Memory brings. + Who would have thought + That I would be caught + With a tear in my eye + On the Fourth of July. + + + + + KEEP TRYIN'. + + + When you're feelin' blue as ink + An' your spirits 'gin to sink, + Don't be weak an' take a drink + But + Keep Tryin'. + + There are times when all of us + Get riled up and start a muss, + But there ain't no use to cuss, + Just + Keep Tryin'. + + When things seem to go awry, + And the sun deserts your sky, + Don't sit down somewhere and cry, + But + Keep Tryin'. + + Everybody honors grit, + Men who never whine a bit-- + Men who tell the world, "I'm IT" + And + Keep Tryin'. + + Get a hustle on you NOW, + Make a great, big solemn vow + That you'll win out anyhow, + And + Keep Tryin'. + + All the world's a battlefield + Where the true man is revealed, + But the ones who never yield + Keep Tryin'. + + + + + GENIUS. + + + There was once a young man quite erratic + Who lived all alone in an attic, + He wrote magazine verse + That made editors curse, + But his friends thought it fine and dramatic. + + + + + TALE OF THREE CITIES. + + + A seedy young man in Savanah + Fell in love with a rich girl named Anna, + But her papa got mad + And swore that "By Gad, + The fellow shall never Havana!" + + But the couple eloped to Caracas, + Where the Germans kicked up such a fracas; + And he said to his wife, + "You can bet your sweet life + That papa dear never will track us." + + + + + MODERN MAUD MULLER. + + + Maud Muller on a summer's day, + Raked the meadows, sweet with hay. + Nor was this just a grand-stand play; + Maud got a rake-off, so they say. + + + + + NOCTURNE. + + + A cat duet. + A silhouette. + A high brick wall, + An awful squall. + A moonlit night, + A mortal fight. + A man in bed, + Sticks out his head. + Gee Whiz! + The man has riz. + His arm draws back + A big bootjack-- + A loud swish, + Squish! + "What's that?" + A dead cat. + + + + + THE SISSY BOY. + + + Beware the Sissy Boy my child, + Not because he's very wild; + The Sissy Boy is never that, + Although he'll run if you say "Scat!" + The Sissy Boy's infinitesimal, + He is not worth a duodecimal. + + If you should take a custard pie + And hit a Sissy in the eye, + He would not go before a jury, + He'd only blush and say "Oh Fury!" + For he is perfumed, sweet and mild, + That's just his kind, my dearest child. + + One should never strike a Sissy, + He is too lady-like and prissy. + You do not need to use your fist + But merely slap him on the wrist, + And if this will not make him budge, + Then glare at him and say "Oh Fudge!" + + The Sissy sports a pink cravat + And often wears a high silk hat; + His voice is like a turtle dove's + And he always wears the "cutest" gloves. + At playing ping-pong he's inured, + And his finger-nails are manicured. + + He uses powder on his face + And his handkerchiefs are trimmed with lace; + He loves to play progressive euchre + And spend his papa's hard-earned lucre. + He wears an air of nonchalance + And always takes in every dance. + + Socially, he's quite a pet + And always fashionably in debt. + He hates to be considered slow + And poses as a famous beau. + He loves to cut a swath and dash + When papa dear puts up the cash. + + This, my child, is the Sissy Boy + Who acts so womanly and coy. + His head's as soft as new-made butter; + His aim in life is just to flutter; + Yet he goes along with unconcern + And marries a woman with money to burn. + + + + + TO GELETT BURGESS. + + + I never saw a purple cow, + You say you never saw one; + But this I'll tell you anyhow, + I know that I can draw one. + + + + + THE LOBSTER. + + + Lobsters haven't any feet, + But they have lots of claws; + Yet lobster meat is good to eat, + And this is strange, because-- + A dog is never good to eat, + And yet a dog has paws, + And so have cats, and so have rats + And so have other kind of brats. + + A lobster then, so to speak, + Is, my child, an awful freak; + For if you get him in a stew, + He'll blush quite red and glare at you. + Yet if you eat much lobster salad, + It will make you very pallid. + + + + + A PUN FROM THE DEEP. + + + A funny thing once happened to a German from Berlin, + For once he got too gay and seized a swordfish by the fin, + This made the big fish angry, and he sawed the German's chin. + "Just Tell Them That I Saw You" said the swordfish with a grin. + + + + + STYLISH. + + + There once was an old crocodile + Who lived on the banks of the Nile. + One day, for a meal, + He swallowed a wheel, + And ate for dessert, an automobile. + + + + + IF I COULD FLY. + + (What the Little Boy Thought.) + + + If I had wings just like a bird + Do you know what I'd do? + I'd fly way up into the sky + An' holler down at you. + + I'd fly along the Milky Way + Feelin' fine and chipper, + An' then I'd drink some buttermilk + Fresh from out the Dipper. + + I'd skim along through fleecy clouds, + An' see the great, Big Bear + An' ask him how he liked to live + So high up in the air. + + Wouldn't it be dandy + To fly just when you please, + An' go an' ask the Dog-star + If he worried much with fleas? + + I'd do all kinds of other things + If I could only fly, + But I am just a little boy + An' so I dassn't try. + + + + + A HAND-ME-DOWN. + + + Said Sue to her suitor: + "You'll get a new suit, or + I'll sue for a suitor to suit." + "Why Sue," said her suitor + Who tried hard to suit her, + "Your suitor is suited to suit." + + + + + FAREWELL SNOW. + + (After Walt Whitman.) + + + That light, that white, that weird, uncanny substance we call snow + Is slowly sifting through the bare branches--and ever and anon + My thoughts sift with the drifting snow, and I am full of pale regret. + Yes, full of pale regret and other things--you know what I mean. + And why? Because the snow must go; the time has came to part. + Yes, it cannot wait much longer--like the flakes my thoughts are melting + 'Tis here, 'tis there, in fact, 'tis everywhere--the snow I mean. + Like the thick syrup which covers buckwheat cakes it lies. + + The man who says he don't regret its passing also lies. + And wilt thou never come again? Yes, thou ilt never come again. Alas! + How well I remember thee! 'Twas but yesterday, methinks. + When a great daub of snow fell from a nearby housetop + And when I ventured--poor foolish mortal that I was--to look, + Caught me fairly in the mouth (an awful swat) and nearly smothered me. + There is another little trick of thine, most lovely snow-- + It is but a proof of thine affection to cling around our necks, + But still we swear--we cannot help it, Snow. + Now it is "Skidoo," or "23 for you." Oh, cursed inconstancy of man! + + + + + THE SAD TURKEY GOBBLER. + + + O a fat turkey gobbler once sat on a limb + And he sighed at the wind, and the wind sighed at him. + But the grief of the gobbler one could not diminish, + For it was Thanksgiving and he saw his finish. + So the heart of the gobbler was heavy as lead + And he muttered the words of the poet who said: + "Backward, turn backward, O Time in thy flight, + Make me a boy again, just for to-night!" + + + + + SPRIG HAS CUB. + + + Sprig, Sprig--Oh lovely Sprig! + Oh, hast thou cub to stay? + Add wilt the little birdies sig + Throughout the livelog day? + What bessage dost thou brig to be, + Fair Lady of by dreabs-- + Dost whisper of the babblig brook + Ad fishig poles ad streabs? + + Those happy days have cub agaid, + The sweetest of the year, + Whed bad cad raise ad appetite + Ad wholesub thirst for beer. + I've often thought id wudder, Sprig, + Of how the lily grows, + But the thig that's botherig be dow + Is how to sprig dew clothes. + + Sprig, Sprig--Oh lovely Sprig! + By thoughts are all of you + I saw a robid yesterday-- + How strange it seebs--ad dew! + I've got a dreadful cold, Fair Sprig, + Or else I'd sig to thee + Ad air frob Beddelssohd, perhaps, + Or "The Shade of the Old Apple Tree." + + + + + THE HOT WEATHER FIEND. + + + Ah, somewhere in another world + There is a warmer spot, + Where the fire is burning always. + And always it is hot; + And always fiends are shouting, + And always flames are blue, + And always Satan's asking: + "IS IT HOT ENOUGH FOR YOU?" + + + + + WHEN THE LID WAS ON. + + + They were seated there in silence + Each one busy with a frown, + It was midnight in the city, + And the lid was on the town. + They had all been playing poker + 'Mid the rattle of the chink, + When a gloom fell o'er the party, + For they couldn't buy a drink, + But a little fellow whispered + As he held a poker hand, + "Can't we get as drunk on water + As we can upon the land?" + Then we kicked the little rascal, + And we spoke without a frown, + And we anchored safe in harbor + When the lid was on the town. + + + + + THE DOODLE BUG. + + + Why that's a doodle bug, my child + Who lives alone, remote and wild. + His domicile's a hole in the ground + And when at home he's easily found. + The only plan allowed by law + Is to lure him forth upon a straw, + For the doodle bug is a misanthrope + And otherwise is sure to elope. + + + + + GRIT. + + + I hate the fellow who sits around + And knocks the livelong day-- + Who tells of the work he might have done; + If things had come his way. + But I love the fellow who pushes ahead + And smiles at his work or play-- + You can wager when things do come around, + They will come his way--and stay. + + + + + THE NEXT MORNING. + + + What a difference in the morning + When you try to raise your head; + When your eyelids seem so heavy + You could swear they were of lead; + When your tongue is thickly coated + And you have an awful thirst; + When you drink so much cold water + That you feel about to burst; + When you lift your hand towards heaven + And solemnly do say: + "I'm going to 'cut out' drinking + And I'll swear off right to-day." + + + + + A WONDERFUL FEAT. + + + I never walk along the street + Because I haven't any feet; + Nor is this strange when I repeat + That I am but a garden beet. + + + + + APRIL FOOL. + + + 'Twas on the f-f-f-first of April D-D-Day, + W-w-w-when Nature s-s-smiled and all w-w-was gay, + And I--w-w-why I was in a w-w-whirl, + 'C-c-cause I w-w-was w-w-walking w-w-with my g-g-girl. + + We w-w-wandered through a leafless w-w-wood + W-w-where many giant oak-t-t-trees s-s-stood, + And p-p-paused beside a d-d-dark g-g-green pool + And sat d-d-down on a rustic s-s-stool. + + T-t-then out I s-s-spoke in accents b-b-bold, + And all m-m-my l-love for her I t-t-told. + She answered w-w-with a sweet, s-s-hy g-g-glance + That pierced m-m-my h-h-heart like C-C-Cupid's l-lance. + + I seized her in a t-t-tight embrace, + And s-s-showered k-k-kisses on her f-f-face, + And t-t-told her that I'd g-g-give my l-life + If she would only b-b-be my w-w-wife. + + "Please k-k-keep your l-l-life," the m-m-maid replied + "F-f-for I w-w-will gladly b-b-be your b-b-bride, + And y-y-you" she s-s-said, in t-t-tones quite c-c-cool, + "W-w-why you c-c-can b-b-be my April F-F-Fool." + + + + + BRUTAL MARY. + + + Mary had a little lamb, + The lamb was always buttin' + So Mary killed the little lamb + And turned him into mutton. + + + + + YOU COULDN'T HARDLY NOTICE IT AT ALL. + + + There was a girl in our town + Who dearly loved to flirt, + But the home folks never noticed it at all. + The women in the neighborhood + All said she was too pert, + But she never even noticed them at all. + + One night a young man came to call + Who was considered slow, + But when he got alone with her, + He turned the lights down low. + He begged her for a little kiss, + She softly murmured "No," + But you couldn't hardly notice it at all. + + + + + THE ALARM CLOCK. + + + With a clatter and a jangle, + And a wrangle and a screech, + How the old alarm clock wheezes + As it sneezes out of reach! + How you groan and yawn and stretch + In the chilly morning air, + As you pull the blankets tight, + With your head clear out of sight-- + How you swear! + + + + + A NEW VERSION. + + + Old Mother Hubbard + She went to the cupboard, + To find a nice bone for her dog. + But when she got there + The cupboard was bare, + And now they are both on the hog. + + + + + OH SCISSORS! + + + I knew a young man so conceited + That a glance at his face made you heated. + One night, playing whist, + He was slapped on the wrist, + Because some one said that he cheated. + + + + + HE APED HER. + + + An impudent Barbary ape + Once tried on a lady's new cape. + As he gave a big grin, + The lady came in, + And--his children are still wearing crepe. + + + + + TAKE UP THE HOUSEHOLD BURDEN. + + + Take up the household burden, + No iron rule of kings, + But make your family understand + That you are running things, + Don't storm around and bluster, + And don't get mad and swear + If in the soup is floating-- + A rag and a hank of hair. + + Take up the household burden + In patience to abide, + To curse the irate grocer + And make your wife confide + By open speech and simple + And hundred times made plain + How she has sought to profit + In spending all you gain. + + Take up the household burden-- + The little baby boy, + And walk the floor in anguish + And don't let it annoy. + For when the kid seems sleepy + And you are feeling "sold," + There comes a cry from baby boy + That makes your blood run cold. + + Take up the household burden + And try and be a man, + Just simply grin and bear it + And do the best you can. + Come now and try your manhood + And let the future go, + And listen to your elders-- + They've tried it and they know. + + + + + VITASCOPE PICTURES. + + + A young girl stands + Upon the sands, + And waves her hands-- + Flirtation. + + A fresh young man + With shoes of tan, + Looks spick and span-- + Expectation. + + They walk the beach, + She seems a peach + Just out of reach-- + Vexation. + + Ah what is this? + A sound of bliss + A kiss, a kiss-- + Elation. + + A father lean + Upon the scene, + Looks awful mean-- + (Curtain.) + + + + + AN IRISH TOAST. + + + Here's to dear Ould Ireland, + Here's to the Irish lass, + Here's to Dennis and Mike and Pat, + Here's to the sparkling glass. + Here's to the Irish copper, + He may be green all right, + But you bet he's Mickie on the spot + Whenever it comes to a fight. + Here's to Robert Emmet, too, + And here's to our dear Tom Moore. + Here's to the Irish shamrock, + Here's to the land we adore. + + + + + MY LIFE AND DEATH. + + (By A. Turkey Gobbler.) + + + I'm just a turkey gobbler, + But I've got a word to say + And I'd like to say it quickly + Before I pass away, + For I will get it in the neck + Upon Thanksgiving Day. + + I cannot keep from thinking + Of poor Marie Antoinette, + She lost her head completely, + But this is what I'll get-- + They'll knock the stuffin' out o' me + Without the least regret. + + I've just a few days left now + Before I meet my fate, + For every turkey gets the axe, + The little and the great. + There never was a turkey born + Who didn't fill a plate. + + Only three days left now, + Goodness, how time flies! + It brings a sadness to my heart + And teardrops to my eyes. + Does every turkey feel that way + Three days before he dies? + + This is a very cruel world + (I'm talking sober facts), + For I was only raised to be + The victim of an axe-- + The butt of all your silly jokes, + And all your funny cracks. + + And when you sit down Thursday + How happy you will be, + Every person gathered there + Will eat enough for three. + I'll be the guest of honor + 'Cause that dinner is on ME. + + + + + L'ENVOI. + + + I'm the ghost of that poor gobbler + Who used to be so great, + They took my poor, neglected bones + And piled them on a plate. + Reader, shed a kindly tear + For my unhappy fate. + + This is the common lot of all + Upon the world's great chart; + We've got to leave a pile of bones-- + The stupid and the smart. + Even when Napoleon died + He left a Bonaparte. + + We are merely puppets + Moving on a string, + And when we think that we are IT, + The axe will fall--"Gezing!" + O, Grave, where is thy victory? + O, Death, where is thy sting? + + + + + IF I WERE CITY EDITOR. + + (After Ben King, Dedicated to E. Jesse Conway.) + + + If I were City Editor + And you should come to my cold desk and choke, + And say, "Old man I'm actually dead broke." + I say, if I were City Editor, + And you should come in deepest grief and woe + And say, "Oh Lordy let me have the dough," + I might arise with slow and solemn wink + And lecture you upon the curse of drink. + + If I were City Editor + And you should come to my hotel and reel, + Clasping my beer to quench the thirst you feel, + I say if I were City Editor + And you should come in trembling and in fear + And even hint about licking up that beer, + I'd hit you just one swat, and then, + I guess I'd have to order one more bier. + + + + + TRANSCENDENTALISM. + + + What is transcendentalism? + Merely sentimentalism + With a dash of egotism + Somewhat mixed with mysticism. + Not at all like Socialism, + Nor a bit like Atheism, + Hinges not on pessimism, + Treats of man's asceticism, + Quite opposes anarchism. + Can't you name another "Ism?" + Yes, it's transcendentalism. + + + + + THE EPIC OF THE HOG. + + (Man's Inhumanity to Hogs Makes Countless Thousands Squeal.) + + + I lived upon a little farm, + A happy hog was I, + I never dreamed of any harm + Nor ever thought to die. + + All day I wallowed in the mud, + And ate the choicest slops. + I watched the brindles chew their cud-- + The farmer tend his crops. + + Upon the hottest days I'd go + And flounder in the river-- + I thought that hogs might come and go, + But I would live forever. + + Then finally I waxed so fat + That I could hardly walk, + And then the farmers gather 'round + And all began to talk. + + I couldn't understand a word, + All I did was grunt; + You see that's all a hog can do-- + It is his only stunt. + + But finally they took me out + And put me on a train. + I really couldn't move about + And squealed with might and main. + + I grunted, grunted as I flew + And moved in vain endeavor, + But even then I thought it true + That I would live forever. + + And so we came to Packingtown + Where there were hogs galore, + I never saw so many hogs + In all my life before. + + Then we had to shoot the chutes + And climb a flight of stairs, + We never had a chance to stop + Or time to say our prayers. + + Loud-squealing hogs above, below + They formed a seething river, + For men may come and men may go + But hogs go on forever. + + And then I saw an iron wheel + Which stood alone in state, + And then I heard an awful squeal-- + A hog had met his fate. + + A devilish chain upon the wheel + Had seized him by the leg; + It was no use to kick and squeal, + It was no use to beg. + + I longed in deepest grief and woe + To leave that brimming river; + If once into that room you go + Your fate is sealed forever. + + Farewell, Farewell, a long farewell, + Around the room I spin, + And then a fellow with a knife + Smites me below the chin. + + + L'Envoi. + + Dear reader I was just a hog, + But O it's awful hard + To die disgraced, and then to be-- + Turned into "Pure Leaf Lard." + + + + + IN KENTUCKY. + + (A Response to Judge Mulligan's Famous Toast.) + + + The moonlight may be softest + In Kentucky, + And summer days come oftest + In Kentucky, + But friendship is the strongest + When the money lasts the longest + Or you sometimes get in wrongest + In Kentucky. + + Sunshine is the brightest + In Kentucky, + And a right is often rightest + In Kentucky, + While plain girls are the fewest, + They work their eyes the truest, + They leave a fellow bluest + In Kentucky. + + All debts are treated lightest + In Kentucky, + So make your home the brightest + In Kentucky, + If you have the social entree + You need never think of pay, + Or, at least, that's what they say + In Kentucky. + + Orators are the proudest + In Kentucky, + And they always talk the loudest + In Kentucky. + While boys may be the fliest, + Their money is the shyest, + They carry bluffs the highest + In Kentucky. + + Pedigrees are longest + In Kentucky, + Family trees the strongest + In Kentucky. + For blue blood is a pride, + But, if you've ever tried + You'll find 'sporting blood' inside + In Kentucky. + + Society is exclusive + In Kentucky, + So do not be intrusive + In Kentucky. + If you want the right of way, + And have the coin to pay, + You'll be in the swim to stay + In Kentucky. + + The race track's all the money + In Kentucky, + But don't you go there, sonny + In Kentucky. + For, while thoroughbreds are fleetest, + They get your coin the neatest, + And leave you looking seediest + In Kentucky. + + Short-skates are the thickest + In Kentucky, + They spot a sucker quickest + In Kentucky. + They'll set up to a drink, + Get your money 'fore you think, + And you get the "dinky dink" + In Kentucky. + + If you want to be fraternal + In Kentucky, + Just call a fellow "Colonel" + In Kentucky, + Or, give a man a nudge + And say, "How are you, Judge?" + For they never call that "fudge" + In Kentucky. + + But when you have tough luck + In Kentucky, + In other words "get stuck" + In Kentucky, + Just raise your voice and holler + And you'll always raise a dollar, + While a drink is sure to follow + In Kentucky. + + 'Tis true that birds sing sweetest + In Kentucky, + That women folk are neatest + In Kentucky, + But there are things you shouldn't tell + About our grand old State--and, well-- + Politics is h----l + In Kentucky. + + + + + IN DEEPER VEIN. + + The Incubus. + + + The way was dark within the gloomy church-yard, + As I wandered through the woodland near the stream, + With slow and heavy tread + Through a city of the dead, + When suddenly I heard a dreadful scream. + + My heart gave frantic leap, as when the roebuck + Is started by the clamor of the chase, + And I halted all atremble + In the vain hope to dissemble, + Or cloak the leaden pallor on my face. + + 'Twas in the ghostly month of grim December, + The frozen winds were bitter in their cry + And I muttered half aloud + To that white and silent crowd: + "'Tis a somber month to live in or to die." + + And then as if in answer to my whisper, + Came a voice of some foul fiend from Hell: + "No longer live say I, + 'Tis better far to die + And let the falling snow-flakes sound the knell." + + Perched upon a tombstone sat the creature + Grewsome as an unquenched, burning lust. + Sitting livid there + With an open-coffin stare-- + A stare that seemed the mocking of the just. + + And in my thoughts the dreadful thing is sitting-- + Sitting there with eyelids red and blear, + And see it there I will + 'Til my restless soul is still + And the earth-clods roll and rumble on my bier. + + + + + TO CLARA MORRIS. + + + In days gone by, the poets wrote + Sweet verses to the ladies fair; + Described the nightingale's clear note, + Or penned an Ode to Daphne's hair. + + To dare all for a woman's smile + Or breathe one's heart out in a rose-- + Such trifles now are out of style, + The scented manuscript must close. + + Yet Villon wrote his roundelays, + And that sweet singer Horace; + But I will sing of other days + In praise of Clara Morris. + + Youth is but the joy of life, + Not the eternal moping; + We get no happiness from strife + Nor yet by blindly groping. + + All the world's a stage you know + The men and women actors; + A little joy, a little woe-- + These are but human factors. + + The mellow days still come and go, + The earth is full of beauty; + If we would only think it so, + Life is not all a duty. + + And you are young in heart not years, + Is this not true because + You mingle happiness with tears + And do not look for flaws? + + Your silver hair is but the snow + That drifts above the roses, + And though the years may come and go + They can but scatter posies. + + + + + REQUIESCAT. + + (Mrs. Jefferson Davis, widow of the President of the Southern + Confederacy died October 16, 1906.) + + + Oh weep fair South, and bow thy head + For one is gone beyond recall! + Cast flowers on the sainted dead + Who sleeps beneath a funeral pall. + To the sound of muffled drum, + To the sound of muffled drum. + + She saw a noble husband's fame + Grow more enduring with the years, + And in the land his honored name + Loom brighter through a mist of tears, + But the sound of muffled drum! + O the sound of muffled drum! + + Our fate is but to meet and part + Upon Life's dark and troubled sea, + Yet recollection stirs the heart, + Of men in gray who used to be, + But the sound of muffled drum! + O the sound of muffled drum! + + Brave South, 'tis but a moment's pause + E'er on that dim and distant shore, + The heroes of thy Fallen Cause + Will meet again to part no more + To the sound of muffled drum. + To the sound of muffled drum. + + + + + CRABBED. + + + A college professor one day + Was fishing in Chesapeake Bay; + Said a crab to his mate, + "Let's kick off the bait, + This business is too old to pay." + + + + + LIFE. + + + The list is long, the stories read the same; + Strong mortal man is but a flesh-hued toy; + Some have their ending in a life of shame; + Others drink deeply from the glass of joy; + Some see the cup dashed dripping from their lip + Or drinking, find the wine has turned to gall, + While others taste the sweets they fain would sip + And then Death comes--the sequel to it all. + + + + + TO POE. + + + You lived in a land horror-haunted, + And wrote with a pen half-divine; + You drank bitter sorrow, undaunted + And cast precious pearls before swine. + + + + + TO A CHILD AT CHRISTMAS TIME. + + + May the day that gave Christ birth + Bring you boundless joy and mirth, + Fill the golden hours with gladness, + Raise no thought to cause you sadness. + + + + + [1]THE WAR OF THE RATS AND MICE. + + + Far back within an age remote, + Which common history fails to note, + When dogs could talk, and pigs could sing, + And frogs obeyed a wooden king, + There lived a tribe of rats so mean, + That such a set was never seen. + For during all the livelong day + They fought and quarrelled in the hay, + And then at night they robbed the mice, + Who always were so kind and nice. + They stole their bread, they stole their meat, + And all the jam they had to eat; + They gobbled up their pies and cake, + And everything the mice could bake; + They stuffed themselves with good fresh meal, + And ruined all they could not steal; + They slapped their long tails in the butter + Until they made a frightful splutter; + Then, sleek and fine in coats of silk, + They swam about in buttermilk. + They ate up everything they found, + And flung the plates upon the ground. + And catching three mice by their tails, + They drowned them in the water-pails; + Then seeing it was morning light, + They scampered home with all their might. + The mouse-tribe living far and near, + At once this awful thing did hear, + And all declared with cries of rage, + A war against the rats they'd wage. + The mouse-king blew a trumpet blast, + And soon the mice came thick and fast + From every place, in every manner, + And crowded round the royal banner. + Each had a sword, a bow and arrow; + Each felt as brave as any sparrow, + And promised, in the coming fight, + To die or put the rats to flight. + The king put on a coat of mail, + And tied a bow-knot to his tail; + He wore a pistol by his side, + And on a bull-frog he did ride. + "March on!" he cried. And, hot and thick, + His army rushed, in double quick. + And hardly one short hour had waned, + Before the ranks the rat-camp gained, + With sounding drum and screaming fife, + Enough to raise the dead to life. + The rats, awakened by the clatter, + Rushed out to see what was the matter, + Then down the whole mouse-army flew, + And many thieving rats it slew. + The mice hurrahed, the rats they squealed, + And soon the dreadful battle-field + Was blue with smoke and red with fire, + And filled with blood and savage ire. + The rats had eaten so much jam, + So many pies and so much ham, + And were so fat and sick and swollen + With all the good things they had stolen + That they could neither fight nor run; + And so the mice the battle won. + They threw up rat-fur in the air; + They piled up rat-tails everywhere; + And slaughtered rats bestrewed the ground + For ten or twenty miles around. + The rat-king galloped from the field + When all the rest were forced to yield; + But though he still retained his skin, + He nearly fainted with chagrin, + To think that in that bloody tide + So many of his rats had died. + Fierce anger blazed within his breast; + He would not stop to eat or rest; + But spurring up his fiery steed, + He seized a sharp and trusty reed-- + Then, wildly shouting, rushed like hail + To cut off little mouse-king's tail. + The mouse-king's face turned red with passion + To see a rat come in such fashion, + For he had just that minute said + That every thieving rat was dead. + The rat was scared, and tried to run, + And vowed that he was just in fun; + But nought could quell the mouse-king's fury-- + He cared not then for judge or jury; + And with his sharp and quivering spear, + He pierced the rat right through the ear. + The rat fell backward in the clover, + Kicked up his legs, and all was over. + The mice, with loud and joyful tones, + Now gathered all the bad rats' bones, + And with them built a pyramid, + Down which their little children slid. + And after that eventful day + The mice in peace and joy could play, + For now no wicked rats could steal + Their cakes and jam and pies and meal, + Nor catch them by their little tails, + And drown them in the water-pails. + + [1] Written by the author's father, the late George W. Ranck. 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