The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1912-03-09

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Who was tia, ignoran. looking
man ! say this morning. then
1t vas our landlord. he cars Fl.
the rent
! doa's believe il property" ne as
serted
So- / !. p-opr:ety. sai6 Meta:
"t1t a. lesE the bulldog has II eat. O.
We csa never pro,ec, ourselves aEa!nsI
the ne.asious system Of unearnsd in
c-s@ents-"
Suppose We have a chapter OF Kari
Marx said Harry Frightening y.
II VIII make ycu forget ths sordid
clanor Of ,he large ias,@srines. Phil
osopay IS our one -esoG-ce-philos-
ophy and poetry"
oh, philosophy. by ali means,
Meta said hastily.
= large. heavy !Grk % Ihs great
Socialist conlto-1Ad them tor G while:
bus Sill Meta grew steadily thinner.
You nigh. 90 . l;,ris work and
Me- Tia Tramp Poet Of Kan
as: Mat. ! - atra!d so.ne % ;he
JDtoa's conventions. ideas and rheor-
is have Influenced rou more than l
thought. ! DO .ot wcrk-I practice
an s-,-:wo arts, il tscI-poel-T ana
riding breketezns."
You're home breaker. you kaow
.DA az N-ta insisted ccu SSo-s
TIE AWAY from three perfectly good
meals 4 Gay. And you iur+o ne by
promises that I should re interviewed
ali me tine. Why. &, mis- rate. no
bodyU sye- know that We aren't at
soiU:ely moral. What's The use Of
living together. il 10 che 3nds il OUT"
AID - think. YOU used % quote
me 'Ruhsiyst Of Omar khsEyam.-
said Harry. lie lifted Up his voice:
4 Box Of Verses underneath The
= jug Of Wi.a, a Loaf of Bread-and
Ttou-
Meta interrupted him. i haven,
SEAL. a-y Wiz ard were ali OF; Q.
bread. Il you expsc. ne 10 sing be
SIDE you il this cid wilderness I SIM
ply an, 90 i on an empty S.cn-
-. tel you what I'll DO" Harry
Kemp Jumped Up almost inspired.
Wen live IN pure poetry
on. + Old kind; i. doesn't mat
ler.' said Ne:a.
IN give you some Of NY own
~i.esh-laid poems: Listen u his:
Sweetheart. / feast upon ,hine eyes.
! drink thy ma gic smile
What's the natter
oh. nothing said Meta. only it's
so sugges,iva."
Would you Ike q warm sonne,?'
hs asked ar1iously. %. q red-hc, Tyr
ricaI ~qua,rsin: Lei ne pass you the
r~onoeeus. Or. perhaps. with your ap-
petite G ballade would be more salts
-arnet+- :dy!!.
Too well done" said Meta.
And Z pa.tu!n"-
No. thank you" said Meta. They
are zoo rare"
"Sorry 20 say were Just GU Of ana
pests Harry insisted, bur I nigh,
Ivy this trio!=i-is il too swee. for
you"
They're all pretty dry" said Meta.
ericks:"
Harry frowned. They're 10, in
season." he replied. You mus. re-
member that were not married. Were
only living t~ogeEher.'
I don't care; l want something
spicy. Us awfully dull. being 50
wicked. And no reporters within ten
miles,
They're all good old poems like
your mother used 10 make" said Har-
~. angTily. Perhaps you can do bet
ter yourself"
If did Meta replied. I'd know
now to rhyme, anyway. I'd have
nam and 'ja!n-and fish and dish
and fork and portland plum
duf-and enough"
Harry Kemp looked al her empty
mouth. "Icu are wonderful was
ell he said. I'm sure Upton mus
miss you awfully. think there's a
train goes at
Meta closed his lips with-well. NOT
With a forkful of sausage. at any rate.
Something more dainty. exquisite. but
less nutritious. Ill tell you VIVA,
Id like for a literary repast." she re-
marked. "A really classic refresh
ment would begin with Lamb. then
anyway? 1 can't think Of any one
edible but Hare. and Sucking.
Il always heard lhat you were a
good. conscientious. t~To-handed eat
er." said Harry. with scorn; but l did
think you had soul"
Il did have soul. occasionally, with
Upton was her proud reply. The
fact is. you've got TO work, Or else
Ill starve:."
Il will work. he exclaimed hrece-
~. III go right up stairs and write
an Interview with myself"
Il mean work and make money"
"Ch, that makes me tired" said
Harry. Suppose 1 write another
poen-an ode 10 our eyebrows, for
instance"
An ode 10 my appetite" she cor
real money. in the days when you used
TO have your hair cut. Harry? How
beautiful dollar bills are. Harry. How
square. how green. You're green
enoueh, Harry, but I don't think
you're quite square-or you'd be rust
ling for your little-well. soulmate.
OH, it was hard enough to be a wife,
know-and have no visitors out the
rent collector. I've tried to reform
society. but I'm being reformed my
self-1've los, ten pounds already!
Every time 1 see the butchers wagon
go past l think I hate poetry worse
than before. Verse Is all right when
you're happy n virtuous, but you
can't glory in your shame unless you
have money. l know it's a weak and
foolish Of me. and I. do SO want to
teach the world a great lesson by
practising free love and everything.
but I tell you. twenty-four hours a
day Of it is too much Of a bad thing.
How far is it TO West Ei~ehty-seventh
street, l %wonder?"
"Pshaw"" said Harry. you could
MT jump a freight to ave. your life!
VIC OAAs aoo- ScNlS you might
write to your mother" ]
Il can remember when I used to
eat every day" she sobbed. "Of
course. ! still love you. Harry. and
it's a nice idea having a companion
in crime. but it won't work"
NO, it won't, il you mean me-"
Harry folded his arms. as IL for a
camera Il thought you inspired me;
but you're nothing but a mere ALI
mentary canal:Food is your weakness.
helieve would die e ,,nl norlA.,&