Robert Frost 479 ROBERT FROST RELATES THE DEATH OF THE TIRED MAN THERE were two of us left in the berry-patch; A long, brown coat that buttoned down before. And then, without a pause to let me answer, "How about Dr. Foster?" "Well, how about him?" I managed to reply. Into a general survey of the world. Choosing his phrases with a finicky care So they might fit some vague opinions, Taken, third-hand, from last year's New York Times And jumbled all together into a thing He thought was his philosophy. "Never mind; There's more in Foster than you'd understand. "What do you make of Solomon Grundy's case? 'Born on a Monday,' that is what they said. I'll have a new name, too.' Well, sure enough Felt a great wave of energy released, And tried to crowd too much in one short week. "No, not at all. He never knew 'em. He was just tired," he said. Louis Untermeyer. ESTABLISHES OWEN SEAMAN THE ENTENTE CORDIALE BY RECITING THE SINGULAR STUPIDITY OF J. SPRATT, ESQ.," IN THE MANNER OF GUY WETMORE CARRYL. Of all the mismated pairs ever created The worst of the lot were the Spratts. Their life was a series of quibbles and queries They argued at breakfast, they argued at tea, And they argued from midnight to quarter past three. Owen Seaman The family Spratt-head was rather a fat-head, And a bellicose body to boot. 481 He was selfish and priggish and worse, he was piggish— A regular beast of a brute. At table his acts were incredibly mean; He gave his wife fat-and he gobbled the lean! What's more, she was censured whenever she ventured He said "It ain't tasteful, but we can't be wasteful; But his coarseness exceeded all bounds of control So what with his jeering and fleering and sneering, He bellowed" I'll teach ye to read Shaw and Nietzsche ". "The place for a woman -"he'd start, very glib. And so on, for two or three hours ad lib. So very malignant became his indignant Remarks about "Culture" and "Cranks," When she died, after breaking nine-tenths of the laws, She left all her money and jewels to the Cause! And THE MORAL is this (though a bit abstruse): What's sauce for a more or less proper goose, When it rouses the violent, feminine dander, Is apt to be sauce for the propaganda. Louis Untermeyer. THE MODERN HIAWATHA He killed the noble Mudjokivis. He, to get the cold side outside, Unknown. SOMEWHERE-IN-EUROPE-WOCKY "TWAS brussels, and the loos liège "Beware the petrograd, my son The jaws that bite, the claws that plough! Beware the posen, and verdun The soldan mons glogau!" He took his dixmude sword in hand; And as in danzig thought he stood Came ypring through the cracow wood, Rigid Body Sings One two! One two! and through and through The dixmude blade went snicker-snack; He left it dead, and with its head He gallipolied back. "And hast thou slain the petrograd? 'Twas brussels, and the loos liège 483 F. G. Hartswick. RIGID BODY SINGS GIN a body meet a body Will it fly? and where? Ne'er a' ane hae I, Yet a' the lads they measure me, Or, at least, they try. Gin a body meet a body Altogether free, How they travel afterwards We do not always see. Ilka problem has its method For me, I ken na ane o' them, But what the waur am I? J. C. Maxwell. |