The Roanoke daily times. (Roanoke, Va.) 1895-1897, 1895-12-29

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ed to provoke an assault and breach Of
the peace.
| Colonel Coogler ON page 81 arranges
poem on the "Violet and Jonuuil. I"
1t opens up as follows:
| a poor little violet once bloomcd in tho morn
But it fell from the jar and is faded and gone
| And today it lies troddcn deep under men s.
feet,
] Its color unnatural, its odor unsweot.
Close by the violet us il under its care,
Grew little white jonquil, unconscious of fear
Its hucs were as perfect as tho leaf of the rose
AND Its delicate odor was sweet to the nose.
| (And so he goes on in n measure unslcl,
| Till the poor. patient reader turns suddenly
sick,
While down in ones heart there's n sigh and n
Because the poor poet ain't on to his iob.)
On page go he speaks Of dreams:
| How strange dreamsi dreamed tho other
night
A dream that made mo tremblc,
Not with fear, but u kind of strange reality.
| MY supper. though late, consisted of no cheese
NO salmondsr pies or wine had passed these
lips.
Colonel Coogler forgets to mention
some other things which he might have
eaten-such, for instance, as n lobster
bisque and q bottle of wild cherry bit
tiers or high wines from across the state
line. But poetic license holds good,
of course, even in II 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 q sort of Swinburnian neigh
or two:
IT'S pleasant to be In n crowd of girls
And feel there's one you love the best,
One who is fair and sweet and kind,
Moro beautiful than all the rest;
To know her confidence md loyo
ls conferred i'll your hayward heart;
To feel that you have ono who'd linger
Should all the other girls depart.
Yes, indeed! j. Gordon is right, and
yet l have been i'll crowd of girls
when l sadly needed more troops. Once
when L was ruddy STRIPPING about s
feet i'll length CHEEKY, iaxcn haired,
concave sprite, with jeans hangings and
feet that constantly robbed each other
W. 'iiS AAtoiS III way L w Il lIltlc ldJG
Ill answering the school bell after the
boys recess, and before could got back
to my studies l was met in the midst of
foot snow bank by ST romping
girls, who, with glad cries and yells of
sllvery laughter, set 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 pantscs.
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, Coogler, it is nice to be in a
crowd Of girls when you arc 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 Ill after years to think what risks a
young man runs in attending n mixed
SCHOOL Of course was very attractive,
but L could not be blamed for that.
could not go and disfgure myself in
LIES young morn in order to submit to
the perils of coeducation. could L?
No, indeed
On page 46 I discover for the first
| time why diamonds are recently SO un-
popular, especially among poets. Mr.
Coogler says to a young lady who lives
on the next block and diagonally across
| tho street from him:
On thy fair finger. lovely maiden,
Let there no jewel ever DO
If character be put mt stake
For tho diamond ring he giycst thee
AS Mr.. Coogler states that the four
volumes Of his poems have together met
up with sale of about 500 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 tho diamond is already gnasb-
ing its teeth and settling down like a
| pail over tho 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 lifo in the vicinity.
They are also good dcpilatory.