The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1915-04-22
Filling Space
By A. NOBODY

~ a. NOBODY
Zoe Atkins dishes for string articles weekly in Reedys
Mirror. Issue of April 9th gives too critical crltl-
cism of of loved real singer Songs OF the
Outands oughon Min) by Henry Herbert Knbbs comes
under the judicial eye of Zoe.
She-is she?-claims the book has but poem in it
that called good namely Where The Ponies Come To
Drink" So far have fault to find with Zoe for she
says the first particularly vivid and charming:
Cup in Northern there's Ranger trail that passes
Thru meza, like fairy lake with pines upon its brink
And the trail stream all but hidden in the
Till it finds an emerald hollow where ponies
drink"
Zoe correct the all poetry should be-
find fault with Zoe when she tells that Knbbs has
only done thing worth while.
Perhaps Henry Knibbs does write from the rugged hills
of song, but the valey-a million of very
tent that he writes such stuff that understand
Of course have hghmnded enthusiasts who dote breath
ing the aried atmosphere of Milton Byron, Browning and
Arnold They bring high ideals, but, oh, unattain
able! only the singing of vital life that service to
humanity and torch leading the way to heart instead of
brain The stuff that Knbb writes will always find ready
welcome, because it contains faction that has hair its
breast" get that phrase, ZoeO Why first thing know
Zoe will write article claiming therein that not poet
She will claim that radical unconventionality too
unique to high the immortal Bill from Avon
Do not let your irritation lead you irony Zoe, for
sentences do not scntilate in that vein.
Because professional patron of the step
forward say word in behalf of Henry Herbert Knbbs
We giving you a real lyric below. Read line of it
and you will sing all of the other lines It written
by Knibbs- of Overland Red" fame.
Out There Somewhere
HenryH Knibbs
hiking sleepy woods,
guy a-akng the sunshine in the air;
he going ohaveaf bit
But paid attention. hardly knowing 1 was there
college guy, talking high
The trees standing all around; as silent as church
A little closer saw he manufacturing poetry,
Just like Mocker sitting pussy-wilow perch
squatted down rolled spo
He stumbled. reared or broke he missed wod
And he he'd could
much strong poetry, but this is what 1 heard
we'n dance merry saband to drowsy
Along the the birds flying south,
Penelope there somewhere wait for
Wihbud of roses in hair and kisses mouth
hid the valley is like amethyst;
poplar they oh silver silver
the a ship waiting patiently,
While the beach the bubbles Slip with white afoa between
The breakers
Her stars are tipped gold
o the bay they nod the they nod the way
The hunt the prey The hunters bow is strung
Gosh! that's poetry!
there somewhere Peneope-with kisses her mouth
And O college talk in the
North the air. the birds are flying South
Y then the sun was shining down ablazng
A m SO way the track a-dancng in the
somehow, waited there there v the air;
The birds flying South he 'he winter has begun
Says Then let's be certainly
hungry things that
ride aookng for strange;
NV feetare andn a Come ont It's up
somewhere that's longing
But the hear the rigging huns
that fly before the outbound ships
the breakers the sand acaling ''Come!
he turned and looked me the
cts overland and overland and to where?
isn't here His face went kind of
"The always here The other place is there
He smiled caught his Then what lot of there
To and go and see and go and see more
He did Says he 81 think I'll go with you
Twomo sand wereb
SAW ALL The mist and
England the hot old Needles to Berdoo.