The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1895-12-27

SICK,
While down in ones heart there's ssigh and .
sob
Because the poor poet amt on to his job.)
On page 50 he speaks of dreams:
how strange are dreamsi I dreamed the other
night
A dream that made me tremble,
Not with fear, but kind of strange reality.
Ny supper, though late, consisted Of no cheese.
No salmonds. pies or wine had passed these
lips.
Colonel Coogler forgets to mention
some other things which he might have
eaten-such, for instance, as lobster
bisque and bottle of wild cherry bit
tiers or high wines from across the state
line. But poetic license holds good,
Of course, even in no license state, and
therefore the utmost freedom should be
given to men of genius, even though
genius should at times demand freedom
when unable to thoroughly identify
itself.
Here is sort of Swinpurnian neigh
Or two:
IT'S pleasant TO be IN a crowd Of girls
And feel there's one you love the best,
One who is fair and sweet and kind,
More beautiful than all the rest;
To know her confidence and love
Is conferred in your hayward heart;
To feel that you have one who'd linger
Should all the other girls depart.
Yes, indeed! j. Gordon is right, and
yet I have been in a crowd of girls
when I sadly needed more troops. Once
when was rudy STRIPPING about s
feet in length CHEEKY, faxen haired,
concave sprite, with jeans hangings and
feet that constantly robbed each other
of the right of way, l was little late
in answering the school bell after the
boys recess, and before could get back
to my studies / was met in the midst of
9 foot snow bank by 81 romping
girls, who, with glad cries and yells of
silvery laughter, get upon me In the
rudest manner and filled me plumb full
of the coolest snow, SO that all day long,
whenever l rose to recite, more of it
would fetch loose from shoulder blade
or something and sift out at the bottom
of my aspiring pantses.
Oh, my! How girls can so far forget
themselves as to take young person
like that, who is not familiar with town
ways, and do him up. and throw him
down, and give him needless pain, Is
more than can understand.
Yes, Ooogler, it is nice to be in
crowd Of girls when you are armed or
when they are perfectly friendly, but
when they SO far forget their manhood
as to hop on man person and bury him
in snow bank by means Of overpower-
ing numbers, and knowing that his par
ents are miles away, it makes one shud-
der in after years to think what risks
young man runs in attending mixed
school OF course I was very attractive,
but / could not be blamed for that. I
could not go and disfigure myself in
life's young morn in order to submit to
the perils of coeducation, could L?
No, indeed
On page As 1 discover for the first
time why diamonds are recently so un-
popular, especially among poets Mr..
Coogler says to young lady who lives
on the next block and diagonally across
the street from him:
On thy fair finger. lovely maiden,
Let there no jewel ever be
If character be put at stake
For the diamond ring he givest thee.
As Mr.. Coogler states that the four
volumes Of his poems have together met
up with a sale of about 800 copies. the
above sentiments regarding the general
corruption connected with the use Of
diamonds must have come under the
eyes Of at least 400 people, and the death
knell Of the diamond is already gnash-
ing its teeth and settling down like
pail over the land. This metaphor
borrow from Thomas Brewer Peacock,
the Prairie Dog Poet Of Topeka.
Mr.. Coogler has already written over
400 poems, many Of which quickly re-
move the enamel from the readers teeth
and destroy plant life in the vicinity.
They are also good depilatory.