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PREFACE 
 
 I trust this booklet "$am'$ $onnet$," will 
 receive some welcome. 
 
 The editor of The Christian Intelligencer, 
 N. Y.. called these "very clever verse;" others say 
 "$am''l Rud Cook is Master of Triolets," but he is 
 the only fellow I never yet learnt to know. 
 
 However, one friend fancied the idiocrasm 
 of my signature and sent me a postal card from 
 the east with only the "$" mark on it, still it did 
 not go to Rockf eller, but came to Indiana the home 
 of IN GOD WE TRUST and 2,516,462 poets, 
 essayists and editors— and finally found me— the 
 Post Officials realizing that the Dollar Sign is as 
 close as money gets to a Cook even if he bakes 
 his poetry. 
 
 All these tactful favors are thankfully but 
 modestly received. May our friendship circle 
 
 grow. 
 
 Ever truly yours, 
 
 THE AUTHOR. 
 
 July, 1907 
 
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 Rockport, Indiana. 
 
 Copyrighted 1907 by Sam'i Rud Cook. 
 
THE FIELD 
 
 In the field our faith figrhts for lifes food 
 
 On the ground that is grace to the grain, 
 And this faith is the cause of our mood 
 
 As we wield for a yield in soils drain. 
 Thus the field our hope flays for lifes feed 
 
 On the fact that is grave for the grown. 
 And this hope makes us dare to life lead 
 
 As we reap just to keep for a loan. 
 Thru the field our love fights in lifes fate 
 
 By the act that is game to our goal, 
 And this love is the source for the rate 
 
 That we choose when we steep our own soul: 
 While the herald of these views shall be joy 
 
 When we seal with a zeal field employ. 
 
 BUSINESS 
 
 Of all laws in times lay for smooth lea 
 
 There's no rite or a role which us rears 
 In the line of trades rule as degree 
 
 Of our work that a right knowledge cheers. 
 Of all forms in lifes fad and times foil 
 
 There's no stile or a square which us sounds 
 To the whole of the built as the toil 
 
 Of our act in the light wisdom crowns. 
 Of all aims in our apts and our aid 
 
 There's no try that s so trim or as trite 
 Like the will which shall deed to no trade 
 
 Lest we know what is sown is all right: 
 That is what we in life always call 
 
 With one voice at invoice BUSINESS TALL! 
 
 THE TILLER 
 
 The first of a Tiller is a T ; 
 
 But not oft do we find he tea drinks. 
 For he keeps all sober, like a bee, 
 
 His head wax, to thrive hive, as he thinks. 
 The center of Tiller is eer ill; 
 
 But seldom do we see this man so— 
 Tho he sows and he reaps, s^"*\ his will 
 
 Is a deed for good heahn and wealth glow. 
 The all of a Tiller means yeoman; 
 
 But always this peasant treats urbane. 
 For he fills the challice, as showman. 
 
 To the world that would wield all in vain: 
 Were it not for the Tiller— the whole fill 
 
 Of our bins, the Miller and soul will! 
 
POETRY 
 
 Po-e-try is but Poe, the great Scribe, 
 
 With a TRY, at its close; so the song 
 
 Is replete in its phase; hence to bribe 
 
 For its feet would expose what is wrong: 
 
 It to parse is no farce, but a try- 
 Ever born in a soul as an eye ! 
 
 Poem good, as pure starts and it ends 
 
 As meter does beg-in; yet cadence 
 
 Is oft dense and the rymth needs ammends 
 To uphold what we know as credence. 
 
 Thus our prose oft out-weig-hs all our verse. 
 For a ROSE, with a part of prayer 
 
 Maps out PROSE— not perVERSE, or to scare 
 
 Life adVERSE in conVERSE-uniVERSE! 
 
 TRIOLETS 
 
 IN THE LAND OF REFORM 
 
 In the land of reform 
 
 Many men are termed Cranks, 
 
 But if their acts conform— 
 
 To the hand of reform 
 
 And inform— not deform. 
 
 Then the world performs thanks— 
 
 Tho in land of reform 
 
 Many souls are termed Cranks ! 
 
 IN THE LAND OF FREE PRESS 
 
 In the land of Free Press 
 We may have our great say. 
 If we don't right depress- 
 In the land of Free Press, 
 Where we pay the Express 
 As we make impress lay- 
 In the land of Free Press 
 We all hatch our great say ! 
 
 IN THE LAND OF PARSING 
 
 In the land of parsing 
 
 We should know right phrasing. 
 
 For we find no farcing— 
 
 In the land of parsing; 
 
 And none could at par sing 
 
 If rymth had no praising— 
 
 In the land of parsing 
 
 We should note right phrasing! 
 
IN THE LAND OF BLACK-SMITH 
 
 In the land of black- smith 
 Where we form our good luck. 
 Tho we are but Jack Smith— 
 In the land of black-smith. 
 We may be a crack smith 
 If we have a great pluck- 
 In the land of black-smith 
 May we form our good luck ! 
 
 IN THE LAND OF WOR-KING 
 
 In the land of wor-king 
 Every one does duty. 
 For we court no shir-king 
 In the land of wor-king— 
 Tho there dwells a win-king, 
 While thin-king thrones beauty, 
 Our tal-king and wor-king 
 With jo-king is duty! 
 
 ON THE SEA OF CENSURE 
 
 On the sea of censure 
 There always is annoy. 
 But the form of censer — 
 On the sea of censure- 
 Oft provides a censor 
 Who saves men from decoy: 
 On the sea of censure 
 There always is a buoy ! 
 
 IN THE LAND CONTRIBUTE 
 
 In the land contribute. 
 There our grace is handsome; 
 For we have attribute- 
 In the land contribute— 
 Which will save postitute 
 And conform life fusome— 
 In the land contribute 
 Where all grace is handsome ! 
 
IN THE LAND OF PERMIT 
 
 In the land of permit 
 Always do what is just. 
 Then you won't be hermit— 
 In the land of pemiit, 
 But will reach a sumit 
 And the world will you trust— 
 If in land of permit 
 You comit what is just! 
 
 IN THE LAND OF OUTDOORS 
 
 In the land of outdoors 
 We all like to frolic, 
 To open our pores— 
 In the land of outdoors; 
 For thus man health implores 
 And no wealth has cholic: 
 In the land of outdoors 
 Where souls love to frolic ! 
 
 IN THE LAND OF PROFIT 
 
 In the land of profit 
 There people advertise, 
 Tho there is no prophet— 
 In the land of profit. 
 Yet they reach lifes sumit 
 Comiting- ritual wise: 
 In the land of profit 
 Where people advertise ! 
 
 IN THE LAND ALDINE PRESS 
 
 In the land Aldine Press 
 We do press for Smart Set, 
 For we have Hotch-kis press- 
 In the land Aldine Press, 
 And have proved inks impress 
 As lifes pie, when lips meet: 
 In the land Aldine Press 
 Where we press the Smart Set! 
 
IN THE LAND OF VERSES 
 
 In the land of ver$e$ 
 
 All true rite$ have cadence, 
 
 For we know perver$e$— 
 
 In the land of ver$e$, 
 
 Would but meet rever$e$; 
 
 For no wrong has predence — 
 
 In the land of ver$e$ 
 
 Where true rite$ have cadence! 
 
 IN THE LAND OF DANGER 
 
 In the land of danger 
 Right always has its flags, 
 Tho you are a stranger 
 In the land of danger- 
 God goes Bear to manger 
 And helps light from its rags; 
 In the land of danger, 
 Right always has its flags! 
 
 A MAID WITH A FELT HAT 
 
 A maid with a felt hat 
 Drempt her hat was no felt, 
 So she felt of her hat— 
 The maid with a felt hat; 
 But the felt ne'er felt that. 
 Yet maid felt she felt felt 
 As maid made for felt hat. 
 For made hat was of felt! 
 
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 A FLY FLEW OFF A FLUE 
 
 A fly flew off a flue 
 Flying- at a flown flea, 
 While flea flew into flue — 
 As fly flew off a flue; 
 Still fly flew up from flue. 
 Yet the flue did not flee— 
 Tho fly flew off a flue 
 Flying- at a flown flea ! 
 
 Mr. Fait on an ait 
 Ate a lot of dinner. 
 Then some fate, just at eight. 
 Pained this Fait while on ait; 
 So Fait could not get straight. 
 For Fait ate, like a sinner— 
 Which killed Fait on an ait 
 Who at eight ate dinner! 
 Moral: Shun Epulosity, 
 
 REFORM LIMERICK 
 
 In the land of deform, 
 May the hand of inform 
 Conform grace 
 In lifes race— 
 To perform a reform ! 
 
 DAY VERSES DIVERSE 
 
 Ted Day's acts are adVERSE 
 Babe has rites in reVERSE 
 Pa has nights of perVERSE 
 Ma the days of conVERSE: 
 Versus days TO diVERSE! 
 
 QUARTRAIN PERFORMANCE 
 
 A man adverse to feet, 
 Because of life on train, 
 Did write a verse with feet— 
 So walked to lucks quarTRAIN ! 
 
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