The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1910-08-27
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Horrors In Rhyme

Magazine poetry long has been the
mock of the critical and the mine of
the humorist. Yet 1t never has been the
subject OF such a special and technical
investigation as is typified by the alien
list who made an analysis of the SUBJ
1ects OF VelasQuez's canvases and wrote
a semi-technical essay to show from
what diseases the originals of the por-
traits were suffering. We think a nedf-
cal man with a taste for letters Of the
olo-fashioued kind might find in maya
zine poetry fruitful field for investi-
cation in this lire. Two current exam
pies have Suggested this idea. one be-
ing some verses on THE Sailor King"
published in Blackwood's Magazine
Alfred Noyes' metrical contribution to
the shower Of such honors it is neces-
sary Tor new king of England to en-
dure. Alfred Noyes, it may be men
tioned, was the young man who had
the courage to write an epic within the
past year on Drake. This is the first
stanza:
THE fleet, the fleet puts out to sea
In thunder of binding foam tonight.
With a bursting, .wreck-strewn reef to
lee,
But-a seaman fred yon beacon-l light
Seamen milling a seaman, know
Freedmen GROWING a freeman, sing
The worth of that light where the great
ships go,
The signature of the king"
As we try to understand these con-
fused sentences the sailor king gives
The command that his fleet should go to
sea in such a storm to determine the
loyalty Of his men, This is no COM
pliment to George v, for no commander
would send fleet or a single ship to
sea in a blow that would produce a
thunder OF binding foam" unless there
We're imperative need. And George is,
above all else. good sailor. Besides,
the binding foam doesn't produce a
thunder Of sound. That conlrnotion in
the clements is awakened either by the
gale or by the pounding of the sea.
A local periodical contributes the Sec
end specimen for this exhibition of hor-
rors in rhyme. We quote a stanza
from poem called 1.-THE Spell of the
Yukon:
1.-THE strorg life that never knows har-
ness;
The wilos where the caribou call:
The freshness, the freedom, the far
ness
O God! how I'm stuck on 1t ALL.
Even for magazine poetry, this is "z
mulch. New York Press.
Mitigating Circumstances.
Speaking of the depths to which prize
fighting has fallen, it was at a little
fight attraction near Pittsburg that
the audience was much displeased with
the manner In which the fighters con-
Quoted themselves.
To tie II the plain truth, they were
"stalling believe they were
fighting, while in reality they had
agreed previously not to hit each other
har enough to hurt.
In answer to the kissing the referee
advanced % the side of the ring and
faced the audience. "It isn't my fault
that they don't fight: they were paid
to fight" he said.
Then one Of the fighters arose and
put up his hand for silence.
1--WE only got IS apiece and a bbeet
stew. and we amt going to kill our
selves for that" he said
And the audience, sympathizine
with the fighters Kissed the promoters
-Pittsburg Gazette Times
The New One.
The gentleman cautiously opens his
front door at a. M, but nevertheless
the wife of his bosom hears him
What in the world kept you out
so late ?" she demands
well, my DEAR" he explains la
boredly, "Flitterson took me for a
flight in his new bip1ane and the steer
ing gear got out of order, and we had
to come down eight miles from town
and wait for trolley to bring US in -
Chicago Post.