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The Pacifist 9
"Adam's Apple" 11
Mac's Cigar 12
Breaking In 15
La Reve 16
Sol 17
The Poor Man's Club 18
Retrospect 20
On "Gungha Din" 21
Why? 22
Barney 23
Come, Little Girl 24
I'll Come, Little Boy 25
Chenoweth 26
You Wonder 28
In "Del's" 29
The Mother 30
Jumbo's Dream 31
The Blues 33
The "I Told You So Club" 34
E Pluribus 37
The Man About Town 39
Elk Creek 40
How the Village Canard Started 41
The Spring Violet 44
Sandy Flash 45
The New Suit 46
The Libertine 47
The Liberty Cornet Band 48
The Periodic 50
Mrs. Murphy's Purchase 51
The Legend of Deborah's Rock 52
The Actor-Man 54
The Gangster 55
Tom 58
La Langue Anglaise 59
Ne'er More 60
When "Ty" Cobb Comes to Town 61
THE PACIFIST
THE PACIFIST
In Ben's blood there coursed the fire of the Celt, A strain of the strong Saxon thew; From his eyes shot a glint of a son of the South-- An American type through and through. A dreamer, daredevil, and care free, they say, Who lived in the far remote past,-- An unpractical man and careless forsooth; Inclined as a youth to be fast. He'd shot up the town and sowed some wild oats, And once on a time rolled the dice, But heart like an ox and muscled like steel; A dreamer? Yes, without price. He filled no great niche in the town where he lived, Was never considered worth while. The pacifist craft rolled their eyes to the sky And mentioned his name with a smile, An odious smile, twixt a smirk and a grin, A smile that was snaky and sly. They'd ne'er draw a sword nor strike with a club, But could damn with the lift of an eye. The tocsin of war sounds at last in the land, And threatened invasion seemed near. The hand of the patriot went to the sword; The pacifist muttered in fear; He muttered, then sold to the Government, ground Down hard by the burden of Thor, Life's veriest needs at prohibitive rates; Conscription did curse and abhor. Ben rode to the front with the coming of strife Where the roar of the guns rose and fell; Was killed while he strove for democracy's cause As he fought like a demon of hell. They builded a shaft in the town of his birth To the rascally skin and the beat Who'd tricked Uncle Sam by short-changing of food, A lynx-eyed and oily old cheat Who yapped about honesty, horrors of war, Contributed largely of speech And words of advice to the youth thereabouts-- His pacifist face was a 'screech', Ben hadn't a shaft where his forefathers slept Nor niche in the Chancel of Fame; No tablet recited the list of his deeds, Nor blazoned the worth of his name. He died as men do who answer the call With boots on and pierced to the heart; He died and those lived who, sneering at him, Sucked the people's blood dry in the mart; Conniving at profit, a pacifist brood, Not unwilling a country to sell; Iniquitous, plotting and pandering to pelf-- The opal-eyed vampires of hell!
"ADAM'S APPLE"
Said Eve to "hub" Adam: "My dear, what's the matter? Your eyes are all bulging; Your teeth all a chatter. That lump in your throat, dear, Speak, Adam!" she muttered. "Ad" gasped for his breath, And spluttered and spluttered, Then breathed more at ease; Congestion releasing Its hold, he looked normal, But frowns his face creasing, He paused before speaking: "Eve, list while I chatter; I've most choked to death, see? The cause of the matter Was eating your apple, Esophagus cloying, That Forbidden Fruit My life most destroying."
MAC'S CIGAR
BREAKING IN
LA REVE
The girl of my dreams, ah! the girl of my dreams, Those wonderful, beautiful, wonderful dreams, Her delicate touch to soothe me the while, Her exquisite brows, her sweet soulful smile.
I stir! I'm awake. Ah, how sweet she now seems; It is she. I am with her, sweet girl of my dreams.
SOL
THE POOR MAN'S CLUB
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