The Washington herald., 1907-04-14

bounding biiIow, Master Critic. I have
been down To the sea in ships. even
upon the waters 10 Norfolk. in fair Vlr-
ginia. where you may have heard they
are building an exposition. had a joy
Gus time"
"Ah, wen, I should have been glad TO
have been with you. butt know not
much reading Of poetry hath made me
weak Of stomach, and perchauce she voy-
age had unsettled me. Nay. I envy you
not"'
And so. while 7 have been gone the
poems have come in fast. you say-let's
at them then, and afterward, so you can
get your housekeeper-she must be q
very sioven-tO sew that rent in your
coat, I'll stroll with you down the Avenue
and see those good-folk OF whom twas
doubtless meant that Solomon IN all his
glory was not aTrayed like one OF these
Well" said the Critic, the first one
I shall show you is this" and he hand
ed out the following manuscript:
LIBRARY FELLOWSHIP
blessed peace,
A Care-su1cease
Doth soothe my spirit Whsa,
As IS my bent,
l dream. content
Within ny bookfan den
When from their nooks
By comHade BOOKS.
In fellowship ooHspiTe.
To light mF dreamss
With glowing beams.
OF their celestial hre.
SAM 81 GAINES.
Don't care for it," grufIiy said the
Philosopher, as ne finished reading. a
verse about books should not run 10 that
lit Books are dignided-much more so
than most humans They should be sa-
luted in statelier measure. think"
We'll" replied the Critic. here IS an
other. You remember a lady who sent
me what she called a sonnet some time
ago. You took occasion 10 remark about
the sonnet form. AT least this one has
complied with your measure"
Let US see II" said the Philosopher.
SONNET TO A GARDEN.
have a garden Of lovely howe1s-
Royany purple Wfstaria Tluues,
White Falley lilies, red passion rose blooms
Rare yi8let scent for subtle hours
Wistful ayssum in fimy showers.
a hOliyhoek theTe. at The gateway. looms.
Shy no0nbsossofns grow il the garden's glooma
And sunshine and rain brIng each their doaers
The liiys timid Virgnlike white face.
I see q strange ara sssuacing intent.
That worketh Tsrest beauty % eAace:
And in the passion roses Wooing breath
/ feel the laW-birth. bloom. decay. aud dszth-
JOHN MARSH.
Not half bad. indeed" he remarked
when he was done. There IS an idea
there"
Pm glad you ike it. rejoined the Crit
ic, especially as I had decided 70 print
IL
"of course we could not do without
another spring poem or two. Here is one
in which comedy and sentiment are
mixed:
SPRING MUSINGS.
Now lovely, smiling spring has come at last,
To cheeF US with its soft and tempered rsy,
And bid as dread nc longer winters blast
The baseball fans lock forward 20 the day
When benches greet with loud applause each
brilliant play,
Discuss with warmth the diamonds favored son.
How IA some contest fought fer cup OF shield,
The game his opponents had almost Won,
To fate he was reluctant stili 20 yield.
His homerun saved the day. electrified the fed
Ryan. Delehanty and big Dan Brouthers-
When shall their batting proves be f1fgottsnf
And though undoubtedly there are others.
And some whose work is weak and often rotten.
Have Patience, oh, Sc stars! Your average they
fatten.
Glasscock the king of short: Of third bag Denny;
And NlaTss1n, peer OF pitchers in his day.
Who have ye like them uowl Can't think cf any
Who tandom's heats are wont TO move and sway.
To crush out hopes Of runs, OF work winning
play.
But there was one have not mentioned Jet
Who smashed the ball; yea, beat it 70 a Jelly.
When games seemed lost. and bleachers fune and
fret,
with bases fun and such an awful melee.
That il seemed h., 50 loud they yell, "Homs-gual
EDMUND MURPHY.
'I don't believe I'd print that" said
the Philosopher. there is too mueh-weu,
I wouldn't print it"
Alas" cried the Critic, I'm sorry 70
go against your advice. but see-it Is al
ready printed"
And your last, for see you have
but one more there. what of it?'
"Oh, this will abominate you. who hate
dialect poetry. This Is by the poet who
told us things about the ground hog a
week or so ago. I think this is rather
clever, don't you?"
LOAFIN' 'ROUN' DE DEPO'.
Jus !oaun 'Foun dc depo., Hsenin Tar de sweet
Tetrsins,
OBJ De ding dong en- de "toot toot. made By
dem derC "chu Gnu trains
Banjo make de sweetes music wen hits comp uied
by saitahs;
But ders music ain patehin' to dat Oh de "ehu
ehu cahs.
Like ter lounge upon de platfom, lob de In
noise en din;
Like ter watch dem big black engines puIlin' out
puliIn H.
Lab de brakemen en- conductchs wid ders caps en-
buttons bright,
SWingn ter en- no dere lautuns. maxim signals IN
dc night
Folks a-comin' en- z-soin'. sayin, "gOo-by. how
Mos Oh dem lookin' ehaFeful. en- deys some dat's
l0okin' blue
waitin' room is never empty thu de night en-
{ tau de day,
Folks is alus dere a-waitin fer de train tcr taka
nm way.
Dat fan way look in dere dreamy eyes. deg sit
'roHn H0ndah.
thoughts Is way on yondah.
Jus a-loahn 'r0un' de depo talk erbout 30 lie
Dat AMIN ain IN hit vid JUS Ioaan' round de depo
JOHN ANsCHUTz
well" answered the Philosopher. eau
tiously. "as you read it, it certainly seems
all right. Print il an you viii. there viii
/ be some who viii like it, And now.
| pale friend. let Us desert the sanctum for
/ the sun-nay, ] viii take no denial See,
Marjorie has mended your coat. Come,