Evening star., 1941-05-03
The Coming
Tower
The Diary Of Our Own Samuel
Pepys.
Saturday, April rs.

FepyS.
Saturday, April rs.
Lay a long time, till near noon
and in the afternoon read Il
Poems Between Wars" by Pau
Scott Mowrer. another Illinois DO
like me, who failed, like me, to hav
been graduated by the University o
Michigan. And had no idea tina
he had so fine a feeling for verse
most of the poems in the Hail Illi-
nois!" being written in sapphics:
Here on my lips the wild bee
dripped its honey,
Firef1ies brushed my eyes with
an eerie lantern,
Sun put passion, thunderstorms
put mystery
Into my heart pangs.
Illinois, o Illinois, your chill
dren,
Nurtured thus, though faring
far and fearless
Endlessly over this earth, our
spinning planet,
Never forget you.
And I could not help adding:
Never forget the tarry Clark
street tunnel,
Ever remember the old Chicago
River,
Always recall the redolence of
the Stock Yards,
Known then as Bridge
port"
Sunday, April 27.
Pretty early up, and saddened to
think of Greece, her knees in suppl
ance bent, and maddened to think
that whenever Hitler steals another
small nation, 50 many people say,
This means that he is desperate
and What did you expect?" and
sucn Like stuff. So found some old
tennis apparel, and so to the court,
and played four sets of doubles, win
ming none no matter who my part
ner was, and had some banter with
S. Spaeth across the net.
Monday. April 2S.
Very early up, and at work after
/ breakfast forthwith, and at 1t all
the morning, and would have gone
/ to see the baseball mines tilt save
that there was no game in the vicin-
/ age, SC went home early, and pitched
a few balls to the BOYS, till I was
weary which made them laugh. All
the evening at some rhyming, and
Whitfield a long piece down to a
quatIain. and so to bed, and there
came to me a sad idea, based on the
fact that verse is paid for by the
line. and prose by the word. And
/ the idea is this:
Alas! for verse, and the same for
The harder you work, the briefer it
grows.
Tuesday, April %.
To the city leisurely, and finished
my stint by noon, and so uptown and
sought to get a companion to take
to the baseball game, but could not
find anybody who would accompany
me, and whilst I am theoretically
hermit, I do not enjoy going alone
to baseball game, so to the coun-
try early, and it seemed to have
grown greener since morning, the
apple blossoms being plainly to be
seen. So read Eleanor Farjeon S
Miss Granby's Secret; or the
Bastard of Pinsk," with some highly
amusing things in it, a burleSque of
the novels of 100 years ago, but II
my mind not so good as Kin Hub
bard's The Lost Heiress of Red
Stone Hail." by Miss Fawn Lippen-
cutt.
Wednesday, April 30.
Early awake, with charm OF
earliest birds, and little later up,
and it seemed to me that April was
going out like lamb that made the
children laugh and play. So to work
early, and finished by noon, and Sc
caught up H. Carlton, who drove
me to the Polo Grounds in his new
motor car, and we bet 10 cents a
base, and I chose to choose the Car
dinals, which left him the Giants
and I won Is dimes, and what is
more now think that the Cardinals
will emerge next October ahead OF
the Trolley Dodgers. So to the
nursing home, to see my wife, and
| thence to a dinner of alumni OF
Armour Institute, which is now the
Illinois Institute of Technology, and
met President Heald. who told us
what the school is like now, what
with Lewis Institute, too, where
Dorothy Thompson acquired some
Of her education. Yet l feel no great
gratitude to any school. nor do ]
see why any school should fee
grateful to me, or if had turned
out even worse, why should blame
the school. So to play pool. losing
a fortune to H. Lindsay the fol-de-
rol artist, and so to bed.
Thursday. May 1.
To breakfast with c. Ford and
r. Kirby, not unpleasant. and so to
the Office, many petty things i'm
peding the noiSeleSs tenor Of my
writing, but muddled through it.
and so home by 7, angry at myself
for ever leaving so pleasant a place,
Friday, May 2.
Up at 5 o'clock, mighty we'll rested
and would have risen save that ]
was too hungry to have an uncooked
breakfast, so lay a-thinking, a-think-
ing that I was not thinking at all
but semi-dreaming, but I did think
that even the thinkers do not av-
erage an hours thought day. So
had breakfast of oranges, eggs and
chicken livers and toast and fine
coffee, and so to work till gentle
evening mild. F. P. A.
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