Something Else Again Part 14
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And every time a henchwom_an_ Shall cause me a moment's loss, I'll forthwith fare to that of_fice_ And stab to death her boss.
Rise up! Rise up! thou blessed knight!
And off thy bended knees!
Go forth and slay all folk who make Us wait "One moment, please."
A Gotham Garden of Verses
I
In summer when the days are hot The subway is delayed a lot; In winter, quite the selfsame thing; In autumn also, and in spring.
And does it not seem strange to you That transportation is askew In this--I pray, restrain your mirth!-- In this, the Greatest Town on Earth?
II
All night long and every night The neighbours dance for my delight; I hear the people dance and sing Like practically anything.
Women and men and girls and boys, All making curious kinds of noise And dancing in so weird a way, I never saw the like by day.
So loud a show was never heard As that which yesternight occurred: They danced and sang, as I have said, As I lay wakeful on my bed.
They shout and cry and yell and laugh And play upon the phonograph; And endlessly I count the sheep, Endeavouring to fall asleep.
III
It is very nice to think This town is full of meat and drink; That is, I'd think it very nice If my papa but had the price.
IV
This town is so full of a number of folks, I'm sure there will always be matter for jokes.
Lines on Reading Frank J. Wilstach's "A Dictionary of Similes"
As neat as wax, as good as new, As true as steel, as truth is true, Good as a sermon, keen as hate, Full as a tick, and fixed as fate--
Brief as a dream, long as the day, Sweet as the rosy morn in May, Chaste as the moon, as snow is white, Broad as barn doors, and new as sight--
Useful as daylight, firm as stone, Wet as a fish, dry as a bone, Heavy as lead, light as a breeze-- Frank Wilstach's book of similes.
The Dictaphone Bard
[And here is a suggestion: Did you ever try dictating your stories or articles to the dictaphone for the first draft? I would be glad to have you come down and make the experiment.--From a shorthand reporter's circular letter.]
(As "The Ballad of the Tempest" would have to issue from the dictaphone to the stenographer)
_Begin each line with a capital. Indent alternate lines. Double s.p.a.ce after each fourth line._
_We were crowded in the cabin comma Not a soul would dare to sleep dash comma It was midnight on the waters comma And a storm was on the deep period_
_Apostrophe Tis a fearful thing in capital Winter To be shattered by the blast comma And to hear the rattling trumpet Thunder colon quote capital Cut away the mast exclamation point close quote_
_So we shuddered there in silence comma dash For the stoutest held his breath comma While the hungry sea was roaring comma And the breakers talked with capital Death period_
_As thus we sat in darkness comma Each one busy with his prayers comma Quote We are lost exclamation point close quote the captain shouted comma As he staggered down the stairs period_
_But his little daughter whispered comma As she took his icy hand colon Quote Isn't capital G.o.d upon the ocean comma Just the same as on the land interrogation point close quote_
_Then we kissed the little maiden comma And we spake in better cheer comma And we anch.o.r.ed safe in harbor When the morn was s.h.i.+ning clear period_
The Comfort of Obscurity
INSPIRED BY READING MR. KIPLING'S POEMS AS PRINTED IN THE NEW YORK PAPERS
Though earnest and industrious, I still am unill.u.s.trious; No papers empty purses Printing verses Such as mine.
No lack of fame is chronicker Than that about my monicker; My verse is never cabled At a fabled Rate per line.
Still though the Halls Of Literature are closed To me a bard obscure I Have a consolation The Copyreaders crude and rough Can't monkey with my Humble stuff and change MY Punctuation.
Ballade of the Traffickers
Up goes the price of our bread-- Up goes the cost of our caking!
People must ever be fed; Bakers must ever be baking.
So, though our nerves may be quaking, Dumbly, in arrant despair, Pay we the crowd that is taking All that the traffic will bear.
Costly to sleep in a bed!
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