E<* si/3 OR V class JIE5j3_S!J & Book.. fopyright}} .___4^_il ©SEBRIGHT DEPOSIT THE LAUGHING WILLOW OLIVER HERFORD m*;. ... Qj^propoA de/<=U\-u fLen/ THE LAUGHING WILLOW VERSES AND PICTURES BY OLIVER HERFORD Author of "Artful Antics," "The Child's Primer of Natural History," "Overheard in a Garden," "Fairy Godmother- in-Law," "Astonishing Tale of a Pen and Ink Puppet," "The Confessions of a Caricaturist," etc. NEW YORK GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY ft Copyright, 1918, By George H. Doran Company ■ , e l 1 \^ % Printed in the United States of America ©CLA508684 i TO PEG Oh, should some power the giftie gie her To see herseV as ithers see her, Vm thinking Peg would grow sae vain He'd take the giftie back again. CONTENTS THE LAUGHING WILLOW PAGE Epitaphs 9 The Truth About Russia 11 The Wedding Feast 11 A Mujik 12 The Cossack 13 The Three S's 14 The Air Raid 15 Vale Diabole 18 The Wrong Floor 21 Marching to Berlin 23 Target Practice 26 The Sausage Balloon 27 Concerning the Crown Prince 28 Camouflage 31 The Tank 32 The Bird-Man 33 Frenzylogical Chart 34 Britannia Salvatrix 35 Father Wilhelm 37 The Touching Ballad of General von Beers . 40 An Imperial Sneeze 45 The Rubaiyat of Billi Kaisam 52 War Relief 57 Summer Mass 58 vii Contents ABOUT PEOPLE I HAVE MET PAGE J. M. Barrie 61 The Horse 63 The Town Cat 65 Towser 68 The Oyster 70 The Mouse 71 PEOPLE I HAVE NOT MET The Turtle yy Michael O'Leary 79 Clorinda 82 Alcibiades J. Skinner 85 Eve 90 The High Brow Hen 91 Sir Ippykin 92 The Psychology Cop 95 Phyllis Lee 97 Mrs. Seymour Fentolin 99 The Devil Among the Ladies 101 Spring 105 The Catfish 108 The Prodigal Centipede 109 A Ballade of Black Socks in OTHER PEOPLE INCLUDING MARK TWAIN The Gentlemen of Letters 115 The Women of the Better Class 118 Mark Twain 121 Prince Pompom 124 The Serial 126 The Cloud 130 viii THE LAUGHING WILLOW To see the Kaiser's epitaph Would make a weeping willow laugh. THE LAUGHING WILLOW EPITAPHS WixWv &\\\V Here lies Willy's mortal clay In its Mother Earth's caresses. Willy's soul has flown away — Where it is you have two guesses. I&txt lies; Jgtll Here lies Bill, the son of Fred. He lied alive; he now lies dead. Wtavti, 3b!e ®ear£ Oh, stranger, dry the starting tear! Kaiser Bill is buried here. 'Neath this stone lies Kaiser Bill. He sought for peace — he seeks it still. [9] The Laughing Willow 3&equte£cat Here Wilhelm sleeps. For Mercy's sake, Tread softly, friend, lest he should wake! atefje* to &£i)e* Swallow him, O Earth, for he, Did his best to swallow thee. [10] The Laughing Willow THE TRUTH ABOUT RUSSIA THE WEDDING FEAST This is a Russian Wedding Feast; Counting the Groom, there are at least A hundred sitting down to dine, Or let us call it ninety-nine: For more than that there is no room, And no one ever counts the Groom! [11] The Laughing Willow THE TRUTH ABOUT RUSSIA— [Continued] A MUJIK The Mujik wears a costume weird Consisting of a fuzzy beard, A sheep-skin blouse (the wool inside) And breeks astonishingly wide, Made from the fur of North sea Whales, And Yak-hide boots with big brass nails. [12] The Laughing Willow THE TRUTH ABOUT RUSSIA— [Continued] THE COSSACK The Cossack is so much at home Upon his horse, that though he roam From Vladivostok to Odessa, His wife has only to address a Letter to Ivan "care his Horse" To catch her Spouse, unless of course, As sometimes happens, Ivan may Have swapped addresses on the way. [13] The Laughing Willow THE TRUTH ABOUT RUSSIA— [Continued] THE THREE S'S Without a doubt the Samovar The Steppes and Russian Sables are Of all things Russian the best known; So in this picture I have shown &^c+~*t^z A Sable sitting on a flight Of Russian Steppes, before a bright New Samovar, calm as can be, Brewing a cup of Russian Tea. [14] The Laughing Willow THE AIR RAID Come into the cellar, Maud. Get a move on! Goodness gracious, There is nothing to applaud In bravado ostentatious ! Still Maud lingered, all unheeding, As the Siren sounded twice; Above the din her voice came pleading, "Are you sure there's no mice 4 ?" ii Above the pandemonium Of Siren shrill and warning Drum And Aircraft Gun is heard the roar Of little Freddy, aetat four; [15] The Laughing Willow THE AIR RAID— [Continued] The cellar dark and dank and dim No fascination has for him, The little darling wants to be Upstairs upon the roof and see The "fireworks!" "If you ask me — " Aunt Kate was overheard to say, "I'd let the dear child have his way!" in A hidden Crime, however slight, Is sure some day to see the light; Oh, why did Auntie come to stay With us upon an Air-raid day! Why did we never think to tell her That there were Lizards in the cellar Or Spiders or an Open Drain! How shall we ever now explain That "Antique Vase" we said was lost, That Nile green horror, gold embossed, Her Wedding Present — there it lay Before her eyes, as plain as day ! We almost wished a bomb would fall Upon the house and end it all ! IV Who is that cowardly Jack Horner Crouching there in the darkest corner, [16] The Laughing Willow THE AIR RAID— [Continued] Behind the furnace? Look again, That is no cringing coward, when Your eyes become accustomed to The darkness of the cellar, you Will see it is no other than Philander Jones and Marian; Make no mistake, Philander's dread Is not a Zeppelin overhead, But that rude moment when he'll hear The beastly Siren sound "All's clear!" "Where is Molly?" Like a Shell, Short and sharp, the question fell, Scattering every one pell mell From the cellar's safe retreat Through the house on panic feet, Basement, Attic — everywhere They sought, one hope remained and there On the Drying-roof they found her, Shrapnel flashing all around her, Calm and cool 'mid war's alarms, Hugging something in her arms. "Ps all right — don't cwy!" said Molly, "I tame back to det my dolly !" [»7] The Laughing Willow VALE DIABOLE At a recent church conference it was decided to drop the Devil from the ritual. Well ! Well ! so you've been fired, You've lost your job at last. It's high time you retired, Old Boy, you're failing fast. [18] The Laughing Willow VALE DIABOLE— [Confirmed] You're getting old, you know it, You are not in the race. Admit you cannot go it, The killing, modern pace. Your methods are too dull for The modern school of Hate, Your lake of burning sulphur Is sadly out of date. The Hohenzollern's Kultur Mocks at your fiery pits, His double-headed vulture Has put yours on the fritz. Beside the fierce, blaspheming, Mail-fisted Kaiser Bill,* You are a seraph beaming, An angel of good-will. But tho' we can't deny, sir, You're hopelessly outclassed, You've one thing on the Kaiser, Which is, tho' first and last [19] The Laughing Willow VALE DIABOLE— [Conthwed] A failure as a devil, Yet boast of this you can: You were always on the level — And — you are a gentleman! [20] The Laughing Willow THE WRONG FLOOR A certain Emperor (This is a censored tale) Once pounded on the door Of heaven with fist of mail mi Ifrr m it, ^wr^Jr ? i^y - Cried Peter from within, Awakened by the row, "Stop that infernal din! Who are you, anyhow?'' [21] The Laughing Willow THE WRONG FLOOR— [Continued] "Don't bandy words with me!" Thundered the visitor. "All doors to me are free. I am the Emperor." "If you're an Emperor," Said Peter, "then I fear You've come to the wrong floor. We take no Emperors here. "Our waiting list is filled With martyrs brave and true Whose blood an Emperor spilled. There is no room for you." Cowed by Saint Peter's look, The Emperor, with a frown, Cried, "Well, I'm damned !" and took The elevator — down. [22] The Laughing Willow MARCHING TO BERLIN We come from God's own country in the ships of Uncle Sam; We're going to get the william-goat of Kaiser Will — i — am; We know it is verboten, but we do not give a damn, As we go marching to Berlin ! (Drums) Berlin! Berlin! Berlin! Berlin! Berlin! As we go marching to Berlin ! Refrain Hurray! Hurray! We'll wave the Stripes and Stars ! Away, away with Emperors and Czars ! And when we get the Kaiser we'll put him behind the bars, As we go marching to Berlin ! (Drums) Berlin ! Berlin ! etc. [23] The Laughing Willow MARCHING TO BERLIN— [Continued] We're from the dear old U. S. A., the Land of Liberty; We've crossed a hundred rivers and three thousand miles of sea To teach the Huns a thing or two about Democracy, As we go marching to Berlin! (Drums) Berlin! Berlin! etc. Refrain Hurray! Hurray! We'll show the Prussian swine That Freedom is the only Right Divine, And when we catch old Kaiser Bill we'll pitch him in the Rhine, As we go marching to Berlin! (Drums) Berlin ! Berlin ! etc. We've left our happy homes that we may help to win the war. We're a million strong already, and there'll soon be millions more; And when the job is done with Kaiser Bill we'll mop the floor, As we go marching to Berlin! (Drums) Berlin! Berlin! etc. [24] The Laughing Willow MARCHING TO BERLIN— [Continued] Refrain Hurray ! Hurray ! We're going to make it hot For all the bloody Hohenzollern lot, And when we get the Kaiser we'll present him to his Gott, As we go marching to Berlin ! (Drums) Berlin! Berlin! Berlin! Berlin! Berlin! As we go marching to Berlin! [2?] The Laughing Willow TARGET PRACTICE At the Imperial schiitzenfest Fritz Pickelheim led all the rest; y J "n- '■''A rw V .A At target practice Pickelheim Could hit the Red Cross every time; At the clay-baby contest Fritz Scored nineteen out of twenty hits; > >>r &■■■ i . -.-<-. :^r^ : ^ ,'V "'' ",.'./'■ ", ^>^x ^^b^s: ^1^5 •- '/>■'• -X psVS j ' -■-;v i ,j „.^._~_ " ~~ — s~ 4 ,. )* X; And once he won the Kaiser's purse With nine live babies and a nurse. [26] The Laughing Willow THE SAUSAGE BALLOON I often wonder, when we fry A Sausage, if its thoughts can fly Across the billowy ocean wave To where its namesake stern and brave Floats like a Guardian Angel, high Above our armies, in the sky, Serene and stately as a cloud. No wonder Sausages are proud ! No wonder Sausages when fried Oft-times swell up and burst with pride ! [27] The Laughing Willow tlV.1 N V — — fTV..;>^__ ] ^ ■ / I \-^w I Vl" y \ CONCERNING THE CROWN PRINCE When Crown Prince Willy goes to bed It is his wont to lay his head Upon the pillow and extend His feet towards the other end. "But does he really wear his hat In bed?" you ask — well, as to that I cannot say, I never saw him, But that's the way J always draw him. II The thing that Germans most admire Is Crownie's coolness under fire. [28] The Laughing Willow CONCERNING THE CROWN PRINCE— [Continued] He loves to watch it gleam and glow 'Mid fragrant smoke, an inch or so Above his nose as he reclines In some Chateau behind the lines; If the Crown Prince had his desire He would be always under fire! in When you or I get up at eight We do not have to cogitate And rack our brains concerning just Which suit to wear, as Princes must; The Crown Prince has a hundred suits, Including hats and belts and boots, Yet such his master-mind, he knows Which he must wear and just what goes With what, which chevron, sash or sword, Each in his Royal Head is stored, Down to the detail of a spur, All in a Nut-shell, as it were! IV Here is a most uncensored sight ! The Prince, in garb Pre-Adamite Taking (but tell it not in Gath) A good old English shower-bath! [29] The Laughing Willow CONCERNING THE CROWN PRINCE— [Continued] J? TtmSY it I The Prince's shy and shrinking habit Has earned for him the nickname "Rabbit." This irritates His Highness more Than all his country's grief and gore, It hurts his amour propre, for it's A clear case of the "Cap that fits." But don't you think, however funny, It's rather rough upon the Bunny? [30] The Laughing Willow CAMOUFLAGE If you can stand upon one spot And look like something you are not And wouldn't if you could be — say A Bean-bag or a Bale of Hay — You'll find it quite a useful stunt To practise on the Western Front; This picture shows how Private Dunne, Disguised as snow, deceived the Hun, Who could not possibly see through The Camouflage : no more can you ! [31] The Laughing Willow THE TANK The Tank's a kind of cross between An Agricultural Machine And something fierce and Pliocene; Over embankments, trees, and walls, Trenches, barbed-wire, and forts it crawls; Nothing can stay its course — the Tank Has not the least respect for Rank Or File; with equal joy it squashes All things alike, men, beasts, and — Boches. [32] The Laughing Willow THE BIRD-MAN The Bird-man does not chirp and sing As Larks and Robins do in Spring, He does not moult nor does he feed On Earthworms or Canary-seed, Nor does the Bird-man build a nest In which his weary wings to rest; At night, instead, when he goes home To roost, he seeks an Aerodrome. [33] The Laughing Willow FRENZYLOGICAL CHART 1. Humanity. 2. Veneration. 3. Love of Nature. 4. Modesty. 5. Imagination. 6. Generosity. 7. Compassion. 8. Sympathy. 9. Chivalry. 10. Integrity. 11. Love of Children. [34] The Laughing Willow BRITANNIA SALVATRIX Mistress of the Trident dread, With the brow of Artemis, Like Minerva, helmeted, Seven Seas her sandals kiss. [ 35 1 The Laughing Willow BRITANNIA SALVATRIX— [Continued] Throbs a mighty heart withal Beneath her armour of Disdain. Not for naught did Belgium call, Servia has not cried in vain. When the gauge of Hate was hurled, Seven seas at her behest, From the corners of the world Brought the bravest and the best. From the utmost ends of earth, On their tireless waves they bore, To the Europe of their birth, Legions of the land and air, Spurning Peace, till Peace has brought Hohenzollern to his fall, And with the blood of Freemen bought A Place in Freedom's Sun for all. [36] The Laughing Willow FATHER WILHELM To the Tune of Lewis Carroll ^fs> 4*J "You are old, Father Wilhelm," the Crown Prince said, "And the hair's growing thin on your pate; Do you think you are perfectly right in your head — The way you've been acting of late 4 ?" [37] The Laughing Willow FATHER WILHELM— [Continued] "In my youth," Father Wilhelm replied to his son, "I hated my honour to stain But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again." "You are old," said the Prince, "and you're getting quite bent, And rheumatic, yet only just now, You turned a back somersault into your tent — Pray why did you do it, and how?" "In my youth," Kaiser Wilhelm replied to the Prince, "I kept all my muscles in training; And I've practised one thing that I learned, ever since — And that's to go in when it's raining." "You are old," said the Prince, "and your head is too light For anything stronger than water; Yet you talk without ceasing from morning till night ; Do you think, at your age, that you oughter?" "In my youth," said the Kaiser, "I lived upon raw Spanish onions, I ate with my knife; [38] The Laughing Willow FATHER WILHELM— [Continued] And the strength that those onions gave to my jaw Has lasted the rest of my life." "You are old," said the Kronprins, "and one would suppose, You would be just a little more humble; Yet you balance your crown on the end of your nose. Aren't you frightened some day it will tumble*?" "Your questions, my boy, are getting too free," The Kaiser with anger protested — "Your impudence borders on Lese Majeste.e; Be off, or I'll have you arrested." [39] The Laughing Willow THE TOUCHING BALLAD OF GENERAL VON BEERS To the Tune of W. 8. Gilbert Major Fritz - Schinkenwurst Hofbrau Von Beers Was the pride and the joy of the Pruss Grenadiers. You've guessed him a Prussian, shrewd reader, at sight, And a glance at his manners will prove you are right. In his fervour for "Frightfulness" Major Von Beers Acknowledged no betters and precious few peers. [40] The Laughing Willow THE TOUCHING BALLAD OF GENERAL VON BEERS- [Continued] And every one envied his well-earned repute For arson and pillage and rapine and loot. No symphony held such delectable tones For the ears of Von Beers as the shrieks and the groans Of women and children bombarded with shell, Or the crash of a hospital tumbling pell-mell. One day from Berlin came the order "Refrain For the present from Frightfulness. Start Press Campaign. Von Bernstorff has wired we're getting in wrong With the Yankees, so play up humanity strong." Loud, loud were the wailings of Hofbrau Von Beers. But duty is duty, so drying his tears, He purchased a volume by Peter F. Dunne On "How to be Civilised, though you're a Hun." [41] The Laughing Willow THE TOUCHING BALLAD OF GENERAL VON BEERS- [Contintied] He swatted up Honour, and Peace and Good-will For a year seven months and a fortnight until, You'll scarcely believe it, that Hun I declare Acouired a sort of a civilised air. It was balky, spasmodic and apt to take flight When a press correspondent was nowhere in sight. It was clumsy, uncertain and crude, I'm aware, Yet distinctly suggested a civilised air. He started at once a colossal campaign And filled correspondents with fibs and champagne, And the press correspondents all voted Von Beers A prince of good fellows, 'mid deafening cheers. Thenceforth when a soldier forgot to salute, Von Beers would use kindness instead of his boot. And he lectured a laggard he'd rather have shot, If a newspaper man chanced to be on the spot. [42] The Laughing Willow THE TOUCHING BALLAD OF GENERAL VON BEERS- [Continued] If a sentinel, smoking, he happened to catch, Instead of a hiding he gave him a match. A caress took the place of a clout on the ear, That is, when a war correspondent was near. He distributed photos of Godfearing Huns Feeding babies with Beef Broth, Bananas and Buns, And snapshots of Willie that caught his gay glance And others depicting him weeping for France. [43] The Laughing Willow THE TOUCHING BALLAD OF GENERAL VON BEERS [Continued] The fame of Von Hofbrau spread over the land, And rich Lady nurses proposed for his hand, And the Kaiser, All Highest, 'mid deafening tears Pinned a cast-iron Halo on Major Von Beers. [44] The Laughing Willow AN IMPERIAL SNEEZE A Sniffle in One Act CHARACTERS The German Emperor . . . Others not to be mentioned in the same cast. SCENE A luxurious dressing room adjoining the Em- peror's Bedroom. TIME This morning. The Emperor is discovered standing before a Cheval Glass. He is dressed in what is known as " Athletic Underwear" with plain black socks, upheld by Boston Garters. Emperor: It is not often that one sees An Emperor in B. V. D.'s. A knock is heard on the door. Emperor: Herein! A high officer enters with a telegram. A wire? [45] The Laughing Willow AN IMPERIAL SNEEZE— [Continued] Officer: Yes, Sire, a wire! Emperor: Tears open envelope. You may retire. Reads Von Hindenburg has wired to say Our noble troops have won the day Captured a Russian Samovar And several tons of caviar Vodka a fabulous amount And Droskys more than we can count The greatest battle of the war, [46] The Laughing Willow AN IMPERIAL SNEEZE— [Continued] Won by the Fourteenth Army Corps All honour to the Lord therefore, Likewise the Fourteenth Armv Corps. Chorus of Officers: All honour to the Lord therefore, Not to speak of the Fourteenth Army Corps. Emperor: The Lord Be Praised ! This cheering news Will cure my cold and banish my blues. I haven't felt anything like so well Since my gallant Navy with shot and shell Bombarded the Scarborough Infant School And the Orphan Asylum at Hartlepool. Chorus of Officers: He hasn't felt anything like so well Since the Babes were bombarded with shot and shell. pf&JM [47] The Laughing Willow AN IMPERIAL SNEEZE— [Continued] Emperor: Enough ! Enough ! Less cheering please With my nervous system it disagrees. Alas! My joy Is not without alloy. Looks at telegram sadly. Oh wretched me ! On this glorious day When I should have been in the thick of the fray I lay in bed With a cold in my head: Hot water bottles, Quinine and Squills Mustard Plasters, and Camphor Pills. And when they tell of this victory They do not so much as mention me! While peans of praise and plaudits pour On the Lord — and the Fourteenth Army Corps ! Weeps. Enter chorus of Highborn Lady Nurses bearing clin- ical thermometers. First Nurse: Oh Sire we entreat! Second Nurse: This is most indiscreet! [48] The Laughing Willow AN IMPERIAL SNEEZE— [Continued] Third Nurse: A temperature we dread — - Fourth Nurse: Oh please go back to bed — First Nurse: Please do as you are told, You have an awful cold. Emperor: Furious. A cold!! Nurse: I meant to say Broncho- Pneumonia. Emperor: Mine was no common plebeian ill, 'Twas a Pneumo-Psycho-Bronchial chill According to my medical adviser I caught it when I walked upon the Yser. Nurse: You walked! Emperor: I should have said I tried — You see it was high tide And I was much annoyed To find the bridge destroyed. But never at a loss I tried to walk across. [49] The Laughing Willow AN IMPERIAL SNEEZE— [Continued] A ngrily But by the Eternal One I swear it can't be done And never was Stops suddenly and makes as if about to sneeze. Nurses regard him apprehensively . Emperor sneezes. First Nurse: Ach ! Himmel ! what a sneeze ! Second Nurse : Oh Sire ! Please ! Third Nurse: Oh please! Fourth Nurse : Your cold's gone to your head! All Together: You must go back to bed ! They seize the Emperor and pull him, struggling, through the door leading to the bedroom. Emperor: Nein ! Nein ! Unhand me, wenches ! My place is in the trenches. Enter High Officer. [50] The Laughing Willow AN IMPERIAL SNEEZK—[Continued] High Officer: Looks about him cautiously. Tis an ill wind they say That profits nobody, And this Imperial sneeze May bring us victories, With Him in bed there'll be Some chance for strategy. If on the other hand — Emperor: Heard off stage What ho! My horse! The Emperor enters High Officer: Anxiously You go? Emperor: Haughtily Of course! CURTAIN [51] The Laughing Willow THE RUBAIYAT OF BILLI KAISAM Surnamed the Tentbreaker Ah, Franz ! Could you and I with Gott conspire To grab this sorry little globe entire, Would we not shatter it to bits, and then Remould it nearer to our heart's desired ii You all know how, the world to overwhelm I made a second Sparta of my realm And "dropped the Pilot" from my ship of State To lay my own mailed fist upon the helm. [52]' The Laughing Willow THE RUBAIYAT OF BILLI KAISAM— [Continued] III And how myself did eagerly frequent Councils of war and heard great argument About it and about, and every year Came out with great and greater armament. IV For though in me and mine I set great store And thee and thine are terms that I abhor, Of all that one should care to fathom, I Was never deep in anything but — war. Bernhardi, Nietzsche, Treitschke, who discussed Of the "Next War," so wisely, they are thrust Like foolish prophets forth, their words to scorn Are scattered and their mouths are stopped with dust. VI With them the seed of warfare did I sow, And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow. [53] The Laughing Willow THE RUBAIYAT OF BILLI KAISAM— [Continued] And this is all the Harvest I have reaped: "I came like thunder — and like wind I go!" VII And lately from Hell's Cavern Door rose up A shape Titanic, ravening to sup On Living Human Fodder, and he bade Me give him taste of it; and 'twas — The Krupp. VIII The Krupp that can with Logic absolute The plans of modern Strategists confute The steel iconoclast that in a trice The strongest Fortress into Dust transmute. IX The Krupp no question makes of Aye and No, But strikes alike Cathedral or Chateau And I who send it out into the Field — I know about it all — I know — I know! x And much as War has made an infidel Of me, and robbed me of my honour, well [54] The Laughing Willow THE RUBAIYAT OF BILLI KAIS AM— [Continued] I often wonder what the Devil has One half so devilish as I — In Hell! XI Ah, but my innovations people say Placed war upon a sounder basis'? Nay, 'Twas only striking from War's lexicon The terms truth, honour, decency, fair play. xii The Treaties that I set my seal upon Are turned to dust and ashes, which anon Like snowflakes falling in a muddy street Lighting a little hour or two are gone. XIII What if my sword can fling the Sheath aside And naked plunge into the crimson tide, Were't not a shame, were't not a shame for me, By a "mere scrap of paper" to abide? XIV Indeed, indeed, continually I swore For Peace — but was I solemn when I swore? [55] The Laughing Willow THE RUBAIYAT OF BILLI KAISAM— [Continued] And then — then came the Day and sword in hand My threadbare piety apieces tore. * * * xv From Europe's centre, through the Belgian gate I rode and at the Door of Paris sate. And many a city ravished by the road, But Paris — she is still immaculate. XVI Here was the Gate to which I found no key; Here was the Wall o'er which I might not see. Some little talk awhile of strategy There was, and then — good afternoon, Paree! [56] The Laughing Willow WAR RELIEF "Can you spare a Threepenny bit, Dear Miss Turkey," said Sir Mouse, "For Job's Turkey's benefit? I've engaged the Opera House !" "Alas! I've naught to spare!" Said Miss Turkey, "save advice, I am getting up a Fair, To relieve the Poor Church Mice." [57] The Laughing Willow SUMMER MASS In the cloisters of the grass, Lit by buttercups and daisies, Celebrants of summer mass, Little creatures sing their praises. From a myriad throbbing throats Rises up their song of Love, Like a mist of golden motes, To the Golden Throne above. And the good Lord, bending nigh, Quite forgets his house of stone Where the frightened sinners cry, And the frowning priests intone, And the saints (if saints they be) Smile and smile in effigy. [58] ABOUT PEOPLE I HAVE MET ABOUT PEOPLE I HAVE MET J. M. BARRIE A Round Robin from His Humble and Devoted Servants the Alphabet The Lord forgive if we trangress Thus to familiarly address One of our betters. But, Jamie, do you no recall The slate whereon you learned to scrawl Your Humble Letters'? Well we remember how you drew Our shapely features all askew, Unflattering really. You made A lame and B too fat. And C too curly — what of that! We loved you dearly. From that first day we owned your spell. And just because you used us well We served you blindly. Why, even when you put us through A fearsome Scottish reel, we knew You meant it kindly. [61] The Laughing Willow M. BARRIE— [Continued] Jamie, 'tis said Grand Tales there be Still biding in the ABC— If this be true, Quick, Jamie ! Cast your golden net. Maybe we have the grandest yet In store for you. [62] The Laughing Willow f i! <&^ THE HORSE ^. The Horse, I don't mind telling you, Is not an easy thing to do. y&k °U3^ With Cats and Lions, I confess, I've had a measure of success; Likewise with Camels, Mice and Snails And Frogs and Butterflies and Whales. ^-JSl^U- [6 3 ] The Laughing Willow THE HORSE— [Continued] Eels and Rhinoc'ruses and Ants And Porcupines and Elephants >/ And Bees and Yaks and Owls. But when I try to draw a Horse, my pen 3jMlBr Sputters and scares the high-strung steed, Who gallops off at such a speed You have to take the beast on trust — - You can not see him for the dust. [6 4 ] The Laughing Willow THE TOWN CAT The melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year; Of houses closed and doorbells dumb And windows dark and drear. Now Dives to his country seat Has hied himself away, And Tabby turned into the street Must shift as best she may. ! 1 • 1 i! i 1 1 1' i i i ! i 1 ■ : j ■■ " i ' .i 1 [65] The Laughing Willow THE TOWN CAT— [Continued] No more the cushion soft as silk, The catnip ball no more; No more the saucer full of milk Behind the pantry door. Nor shall she in the temple prey Upon the lean church mouse; The good Lord, too, has gone away And closed his city house. [66] The Laughing Willow THE TOWN CAT— [Continued] When Dives hies him back once more To his town house, oh, shame! Tabby will greet him at the door, But not — no, not the same. [67] The Laughing Willow TOWSER My hair hangs down on either side Like a Niagara small. Why is it this, my greatest pride, Should bring about my fall*? / Why is it that my well brushed hair, That now so smoothly lies, As soon as I descend the stair Always gets in my eyes'? [68] The Laughing Willow TOWSEIt— [Continued] No wonder, thus deprived of sight, I step on empty air And to the bottom of the flight Rebound from stair to stair. I'm not the sort of dog that cares To make a fuss when hit ; But falling down a flight of stairs Is not the worst of it. As there I lie completely out Of breath and very flat, Why is it always some one stout That takes me for a mat? [6 9 ] The Laughing Willow THE OYSTER In Autumn, when the leaves are dead, They take us from our Oyster-bed, And all the winter long they keep Us up, without a wink of sleep — And doesn't it seem hard to you When Spring is here, and skies are blue, And we should like so much to stay, We have to be in bed by May *? [70] The Laughing Willow THE MOUSE A Study in Egotisms Scene: A drawing-room. Persons: Clarissa, the Mouse, Purrline. Clarissa : Help ! Help ! A Mouse ! Mouse: Don't be alarmed! I'm here! I hurried when I heard you scream — Clarissa: Oh, dear! If it jumps up at me I shall expire ! Mouse: If I may be permitted to enquire, Why are you standing there in such a fright, Upon a chair, clutching your frock so tight About your — Clarissa: Help! Oh dear! I wonder what That girl's about! Good heavens! I forgot It's Jane's day out. There's no one in the house But me — Mouse: Fair lady! I am but a Mouse, A simple Mouse, but underneath this fur There beats a heart whose motto is Sans Purr. To see a lovely female in distress Rouses in me the spirit of Noblesse. [71] The Laughing Willow THE MOUSE— [Contirmed] To her protection instantly I fly. No common Mus Domesticus am I ! You may have heard — Clarissa: If only Jane were here! What shall I do? Mouse: Dear lady, have no fear! As I was saying, doubtless you've heard tell How once a Mountain bore a Mouse-child. Well, / was that Child ! Or rather, to be more Strictly veracious, 'twas my Ancestor; And sometimes when I dream of deeds Titanic I think that Mountain must have been Volcanic ! So have no fear! If any one should dare Molest you, I am here beneath your chair, Ready to spring — Clarissa: Mercy! I wonder why It squeaks like that ! It's crazy ! I shall die If it— Mouse : Sweet lady ! Though I cannot guess From your queer speech the cause of your dis- tress, Your voice, quite meaningless to my Mouse ear, Is strangely sweet and musical and clear; And, though they violate our beauty-laws, I never saw such shapely hinder paws [72] The Laughing Willow THE MOUSE— [Continued] As yours, so smooth and beautiful to see, So silky white, like sticks of celery. Upon each side a tender sprig of gold — Gold as pure Cheese, and toothsome to behold — Climbs up and up! 'Tis called, so I am told By Mice more versed in lady-lore, a Clock. Once, it is said, a Mouse named Dickery Dock Ran up the — Clarissa : Ouch ! ! ! Mouse: I wonder if I dare! Only the brave deserve — Clarissa: O Lord! This chair Is giving way! If it should break! — What's that? It's Purrline's mew! Here, Puss! Puss! — Mouse: What? The Cat! I'd love to meet him! But it's getting late. My wife's expecting me. I musn't wait! (Exit) Purrline: Me-ouw! Clarissa: And is that all you've got to say? Did you expect the Mouse to wait all day? For all you care, I might have died of fright ! My ! But I'm glad it got away all right ! curtain [ 73 ] PEOPLE I HAVE NOT MET PEOPLE I HAVE NOT MET THE TURTLE I never wasted any love On turtles, but the turtle-dove Is quite another thing; When I have nothing else to do, I love to hear them bill and coo While mating in the spring. There's something in their plaintive note That brings a lump into my throat And makes my pulses stir; Something between a smothered sn, And the shrill creaking of a door, That soothes me, as it were. [77] The Laughing Willow THE TURTLE— [Continued] How strange is Nature's alchemy, To think that living in the sea Should change a creature so! The turtle of the finny kind That swims the sea, is to my mind The lowest of the low. And yet, O inconsistency ! Although the turtle is to me A most obnoxious beast, When on a menu card I spy "Green Turtle, Soup," though it comes high, I take two plates at least ! [78] The Laughing Willow MICHAEL O'LEARY When forming one of a storming party which advanced against an enemy's barricade, O'Leary rushed to the front and himself killed five Germans who were holding the first barricade, after which he attacked the second barricade, about sixty yards further on, which he captured after killing three of the enemy and making prisoners of two more. You may talk of the Rebels of Ulster And the shindy we had to chuck; But we don't give a rap for a family scrap Whin the Prooshuns is running amuck. Did you hear how Lance Corporal O'Leary, Mike O'Leary of the Guards, Wid his own two mits, tore a forthress to bits Like a blissed conthraption of cards. He'd a shmile, had Mike, that 'ud span a dyke, And a fist that 'ud fell a horse, And he ripped through the mire of blood and barbed wire, Like a bull through a bunch of gorse. [79] The Laughing Willow MICHAEL O'LEARY— [Continued] Whin he waded in, sure 'twas a sin, The way that he bashed and bruk 'em; He dropped on thim Huns like forty tons, And they niver knew what had struck 'em. "Poor dears," says Mike, "I'm thinking belike All the news they've been told is lies, So it's up to me, 'ere it's kilt they be, To put the poor divils wise. "Thim Huns, I'm told, while outrageous bold Is over a trifle dull. Sure, if that's a fact, 'tis a friendly act To hammer it through their skull. [80] The Laughing JVillow MICHAEL O'LEARY— [Continued] "So here's for insulting old Erin, By thinking a thraitor she'd be ! And here's for your Imperor sneerin' ! 'Contemptible army,' says he. "Here's one for the mothers whose pleadin' You stopped with a shot and a curse, And one for the girls dead and bleedin' And the girls that you spared — for worse. "For the churches you shelled and the priests you felled Here's one! And the women, too, You held for a shield on the battle held, And the innocent babes you slew." Whin O'Leary had done, there was divil a one Left to tumble to what he said — Barrin' only ten, which I'm wrong again, For eight av the ten was dead. [8!] The Laughing Willow Above the plate-glass window-pane, Inviting every passing gaze, Hung an inscription, large and plain, "The Husband Shop." This, in amaze, Clorinda seeing, stopped wide-eyed, And stared, then turned and stepped inside. A floor- walker whose faultlessness And condescending air proclaimed One of the table d'haute noblesse, [82] The Laughing Willow CLORINDA— [Continued] Approached Clorinda and exclaimed, With graceful undulating palm : "Something in husbands'? Qui, Madame.'" "We have the latest thing of all In husbands; kindly step this way. We're using them on hats this fall, In place of plume or floral spray, The creature being pinned or tied With chiffon bows on either side." He leads the way, all wreathed in smiles, And wonderful in spotless spats That flitter like twin butterflies Along an avenue of hats, Each one displaying on its brim A husband — fashion's latest whim. Clorinda tries them each in turn Before the glass; some are too small, And some too cold, and some too stern, And some are slightly soiled, and all, When punctured by the hat-pin's steel, Betray by squirms how bored they feel. [83] The Laughing Willow CLOR IND A— [ Continued] At last Clorinda came to one Marked "Dibbs" that scarce seemed worth her while; But when she tried it on for fun, It met the hat-pin with a smile, As if to say, "Oh, beauteous miss, Even a stab from you is bliss!" "The very thing! but thrown away Upon a hat!" Clorinda cried. " 'T would make a sweet corsage bouquet." The shoppers stared electrified, To see Clorinda Dibbs depart Wearing a husband next her heart. [8 4 ] The Laughing Willow ALCIBIADES J. SKINNER Alcibiades J. Skinner Was a famous after-dinner Speaker. Great the way He secured, just by excelling In the art of Story Telling, One good meal a day. Chestnuts more than often passe He exchanged for Marrons Glaces, Canvasback and Ouail. - xj^ vl* Epicures on South Sea beaches Waste no time on Toasts and Speeches; Happy dreams had they. In their midst was A. J. Skinner, Most nutritious After-Dinner Speaker of his day. [8 9 ] The Laughing Willow EVE Apropos tie Rien It is not fair to visit all The blame on Eve, for Adam's fall; The most Eve did was to display Contributory neglige. [90] The Laughing Willow THE HIGHBROW HEN Said Farmer Dole to his speckled hen, "Why don't you lay for me now and then?" Said the speckled hen to Farmer Dole, "Because I've taken up birth control." [91] The Laughing Willow SIR IPPYKIN Grim Giant Graft sate in his cavern dim; A king's reward was offered for him dead. He scowled to think it could not come to him, That price upon his head. Of all his foes he dreaded only one, A knight of stalwart heart and spotless fame, Who feared no creature underneath the sun — Sir Ippykin his name. One night to Ippykin there came a thought — A mocking thought, that whispered in his ear: "Ah, ha, Sir Knight ! men say thou fearest naught; They lie — thou fearest Fear! Fear smites you when you read the king's decree That whatsoever knight shall rid the land Of Giant Graft will gain a golden fee, Likewise his daughter's hand, [92] The Laughing Willow SIR IPPYKIN— [Continued] You fear to win, for fear that you must wed The princess — for you love another maid; You dare not lose the fight because you dread Lest men call you afraid." Cried Ippykin, "Lord, how shall I cut through This tangled coil?" Then of a sudden laughed A gleeful laugh, and rose and hied him to The cave of Giant Graft. No chronicler was present to reveal What passed between the knight and Giant Graft ; Or what the bargain was the which to seal So many horns they quaffed. But this is sure — thereafter from the lands Of Ippykin once every week would stray Certain fat sheep into the Giant's hands In some mysterious way; And once a week the giant and the knight Would chase each other round in seeming strife, Until the king grew weary of the sight, And pensioned both for life. [93] The Laughing Willow SIR IPPYKIN— [Continued] Then Ippykin and his true love were wed And both lived happy till they passed away; But Giant Graft, fat, flagrant, and well fed, Is living to this day. [94] The Laughing Willow THE PSYCHOLOGY COP The New York Police Force is to be instructed in psychol- ogy. — News Item. One morn, as Robert Rist watch Rice Sped Cktldsward for his midday meal, Upon his shoulder, like a vise, He felt a grip of steel. And in his ear a voice there hissed (With spirits fraught, and crime), And something snapped around his wrist That did not tell the time. "I've pinched yer now!" (devoid of tact Was Sergeant Fay). "For shame! Yer Hun! I caught yer in the act Insultin' that there dame! "That skirt there in the showy lid, And muff of classy fur." "My word!" cried Robert Rice, "I did Not even speak to her." [95] The Laughing Willow THE PSYCHOLOGY COP— [Continued] "What's words to me, just froth and foam! I'm a psycholic guy — I lamp yer thoughts inside yer dome With my subconscious eye !" "Then you should know," said Rice, "I'm a Misogynist!" — "By Gee! That settles you!" cried Sergeant Fay; "You come along with me." [96] The Laughing Willow PHYLLIS LEE Beside a Primrose 'broider'd Rill Sat Phyllis Lee in Silken Dress Whilst Lucius limn'd with loving skill Her likeness, as a Shepherdess. Yet tho' he strove with loving skill His Brush refused to work his Will. [97] The Laughing Willow PHYLLIS LEE [Continued] "Dear Maid, unless you close your Eyes I can not paint to-day," he said; "Their Brightness shames the very Skies And turns their Turquoise into Lead." Quoth Phyllis, then, "To save the Skies And speed your Brush, I'll shut my Eyes." Now when her Eyes were closed, the Dear, Not dreaming of such Treachery, Felt a Soft Whisper in her Ear, "Without the Light, how can one See?" "If you are sure that none can see I'll keep them shut," said Phyllis Lee. [98] The Laughing Willow MRS. SEYMOUR FENTOLIN It was Mrs. Seymour Fentolin who stood there, a little dog under each arm; a large hat, gay with flowers, upon her head. She wore patent shoes with high heels, and white silk stockings. She had, indeed, the air of being dressed for luncheon at a fashionable restaurant. From a story in The Popular Magazine. The lauded lilies of the field Who toil not — neither do they spin. The palm sartorial must yield To Mrs. Seymour Fentolin. A hat, French heels, white stockings, dogs! Not even Solomon could win The championship for showy togs From Mrs. Seymour Fentolin. The two extremes in decollete, Of ballroom and of bathing beach, Here meet in a bewildering way And mingle all the charms of each. [99] The Laughing Willow MRS. SEYMOUR FENTOLIN— [Continued] I am no social butter-in, I do not crave to meet her bunch, But where does Mrs. Fentolin, If one might venture — take her lunch? And might one ask that peerless dame, Without appearing impolite, Is Seymour really her first name, And has the printer spelt it right? [ 100] The Laughing Willow THE DEVIL AMONG THE LADIES The Devil seeking some new way To kill eternity, one day (So bored he was, in Hades) Flew to Manhattan Isle to start A Summer School to teach the art Of Smuggling to Ladies. ii He opened in an uptown street A Modiste's shop refined and neat (The number doesn't matter), Displaying in his window all The Modes— Spring, Summer, Winter, Fall (Especially the latter). in The Ladies came in eager flocks, And as he showed his Paris frocks, With dext'rous verbal juggling, He lightly led the talk from Modes To Customs — and the law that goads An honest girl to smu ggling. [101] The Laughing Willow THE DEVIL AMONG THE LADIES— [Continued] IV "If Uncle Sam for Revenue, Dear Ladies, picks your pockets, you The compliment should bandy. Pray let me teach you how to pick The spangled pockets of that slick Avuncular old Dandy. "We can begin at once, if you Will step this way." The giddy crew Flocked after him like chickens [ 102] The Laughing Willow THE DEVIL AMONG THE LADIES— [Continued] To where an effigy there hung Of Uncle Sam with bells be-strung Like Fagin's doll in Dickens. VI The Devil then with money fills The dummy's pockets — gold and bills And silver pieces mingling. "Now try your skill ! all you can take Is yours, my dears, if you don't shake The bells and set them jingling." VII The news flew round, and soon the crush Was like a bargain-counter rush Of Frantic Ladies struggling; [ 103] The Laughing Willou THE DEVIL AMONG THE LADIES— [Continued] And soon the Devil was about A hundred thousand dollars out And closed his School of Smuggling. VIII Exclaiming, "I'm behind the age!" He kicked the dummy in his rage. "What's this — the bells don't jingle!" And sure enough the bells were dumb. Deftly inserted chewing gum Had stopped their tingle-tingle. IX "Ho! ho!" he laughed, " 'tis plain to see New York is too advanced for me. I should have stayed in Hades; For who the devil, pray, am I In this enlightened age to try My wit against the Ladies!" [ 104] The Laughing Willow spring By his cold hearth, sans Youth, sans Mirth, Sits poor old shivering Daddy Earth. A knock, a footstep on the floor. "Come in"' he growls — "and shut that door!" [105] The Laughing Willow SPRING— [Continued] Two soft hands on his eyelids press; A laughing voice : "Who am I? — guess!" " 'Tis Mistress Spring! Alas, my dear, You find me sadly changed, I fear." <^W^> "Cheer up !" cried Spring, "I bring for you The Spell of Youth : Gold— Silver— Blue." [106] The Laughing Willow SPRING— [Continued] Sun gold, sky turquoise, silver rain, And Daddy Earth was young again ! He danced, he sang: "Hail Spring divine! Ethereal Spring — h'm — wine? — pine — shine?' 1 Too late the rhyme popped in his head; "Be mine!" he sang — but Spring had fled. [ 107] The Laughing Willow THE CATFISH The saddest fish that swims the briny ocean, The Catfish I bewail. I can not even think without emotion Of his distressful tail. When with my pencil once I tried to draw one, (I dare not show it here) Mayhap it is because I never saw one, The picture looked so queer. I vision him half feline and half fisny, A paradox in twins, Unmixable as vitriol and vichy — A thing of fur and fins. A feline Tantalus, forever chasing His fishy self to rend; His finny self forever self-effacing In circles without end. This tale may have a Moral running through it As iEsop had in his; If so, dear reader, you are welcome to it, If you know what it is ! [108] The Laughing Willow THE PRODIGAL CENTIPEDE Once to a Centipede a Snail Remarked, "I wonder why you trail Along the ground with such a lot of feet — a hundred, is it not? A hundred feet ! when two or three Are all you need. Just look at me ! The speed and ease with which I crawl, And yet I have no feet at all ! In these days would it not be wise For you to — well, to H oof evizeV You surely don't need more than two To get along ! If I were you, I'd use one pair and stand up straight, And save the other ninety-eight Against a rainy day." The Laughing Willow THE PRODIGAL CENTIPEDE— [Continued] 'Indeed You're right !" replied the Centipede. "I've often thought, to do my part, 'Twould be advisable to start A Feetless Day — but then, you see, If I stood upright I should be A hundred feet in height, and I Might bump my head against the sky !" "Well," said the Snail, "I must admit That puts a different face on it ! Your life depends on lying flat ! Dear! Dear! I hadn't thought of that!" <*-***~££V^> [no] The Laughing Willow A BALLADE OF BLACK SOCKS Plain Black socks can never be wrong. — The Gentleman of Letters in "Vanity Fair." Lords of Fashion may disagree On the question of questions, what to wear At dejeuner, dinner, dance or tea, "Feed informal" or "Smart affair." Let not the neophyte despair Dreading disdain of the gilded throng Hark to the dictum of Vanity Fair "Plain Black Socks can never be wrong." Let scribes sartorial decree Whether the "skirt" shall be full or spare, Whether the crease be above the knee, Whether the seam shall be here or there. Of the openwork sock with the clock beware ! On Fancy's rein let your curb be strong! Hark to the dictum of Vanity Fair, "Plain Black Socks can never be wrong." [ill] The Laughing Willow A BALLADE OF BLACK SOCKS— [Continued] Doubting dolts may be all at sea Tossed on tempestuous waves of care. Are they wearing two studs? — or one? — or three? Will a satin tie cause a well bred stare? Leave dressy deeds to dudes that dare! Heed not the scented siren's song Hark to the dictum of Vanity Fair, "Plain Black Socks can never be wrong." L'envoi Princes of Fashion, wherever ye fare — London, Paris, New York, Hong Kong, Hark to the dictum of Vanity Fair : "Plain Black Socks can never be wrong." [112] OTHER PEOPLE INCLUDING MARK TWAIN OTHER PEOPLE INCLUDING MARK TWAIN Horace THE GENTLEMAN OF LETTERS "How splendid to have men's attire treated by a gentleman and litterateur. — John Armstrong Chaloner. Ah me ! Had Horace when his muse was flagging, But given laughing Lalage a rest, And kept Maecenas' pantaloons from bagging, (Whatever 'twas he wore below his vest.) [115] The Laughing Willow THE GENTLEMAN OF LETTERS— [Continued] Moore If when his frisky Pegasus he mounted, He'd sung, instead of the eternal her The stylish him, he might have been accounted A gentleman as well as litterateur. If Shakespeare had abstained from malty liquors, And spent the time (when not purloining plays) In pressing Francis Bacon's velvet knickers He might thereby have gained a social raise. If Tommy Moore when not devoutly pressing His suit in amorous rhyme, had pressed instead His patrons lordly "pants," it is past guessing What titles had been showered on his head. [n6] The Laughing Willow THE GENTLEMAN OE LETTERS— [Continued] Had Bobby Burns renounced his Highland lassies, And tuned his pipes to "Gentlemen's attire," He might in time have risen from the masses And been addressed as Robert Burns, Esquire. If Hall Caine- but why drag in Hall Caine 4 ? Come, Chaloner, confess like a good feller By "Gentleman and litterateur" you meant The literary style of the Best Seller And the strictly pure refinement of the Gent. [117] The Laughing Willow THE WOMEN OF THE BETTER CLASS "The artists and writers were the first Americans to make themselves at home in this amusing Parisian resort. (The Old Cafe Martin.) And it was here, too, that women of the better class first tasted the delights of cafe life. It was considered quite a daring thing in the late eighties for be- cloaked and be-diamonded women of Fifth Avenue to sit here and sip their after-dinner coffee." Vanity Fair. One of those queer, artistic dives, Where funny people had their fling. Artists, and writers, and their wives — Poets, and all that sort of thing. [n8] The Laughing Willow THE WOMEN OF THE BETTER CLASS— [Continued] Here, too, to view the vulgar herd And sip the daring demi-tasse — Be-cloaked, be-diamonded, be-furred — Came women of the better class. With its Parisian atmosphere, It had a Latin Quarter ring. Painters and journalists came here — Actors, and all that sort of thing. Here, too, to watch the Great Ungroomed And sip the dangerous demi-tasse, Be-furred, be-feathered and be-plumed, Came women of the better class. Here Howells dined — Saint Gaudens, Nast, Kipling, Mark Twain and Peter Dunne, Nell Terry, and not least though last One Robert Louis Stevenson. And mingling with that underworld, To sip the devilish demi-tasse, Be-cloaked, be-diamonded, be-pearled, Came women of the better class. Like geese to see the lions fed, They came — be-je welled and be-laced, Only to find the lions fled. ''My Word!" cried they, "What wretched taste!" [119] The Laughing Willow THE WOMEN OF THE BETTER CLASS- [Continued] Ermined and minked and Persian-lambed, Be-puffed (be-painted, too, alas!) Be-decked, be-diamonded — be-damned ! The women of the better class. [ 120] The Laughing Willow MARK TWAIN A Pipe Dream Well I recall how first I met Mark Twain — an infant barely three Rolling a tiny cigarette While cooing on his nurse's knee. [121] The Laughing Willow MARK TWAIN— [Continued] Since then in every sort of place I've met with Mark and heard him joke. Yet how can I describe his face*? I never saw it for the smoke. At school he won a smokers kip, At Harvard College (Cambridge, Mass.) His name was soon on every lip, They made him "smoker" of his class. Who will forget his smoking bout With Mount Vesuvius — our cheers — When Mount Vesuvius went out And didn't smoke again for years? [ 122] The Laughing Willow MARK TWAIN— [Continued] The news was flashed to England's King, Who begged Mark Twain to come and stay, Offered him dukedoms — anything To smoke the London fog away. But Mark was firm. "I bow," said he, "To no imperial command, No ducal .coronet for me, My smoke is for my native land!" For Mark there waits a brighter crown! When Peter comes his card to read — He'll take the sign "No Smoking" down, Then Heaven will be Heaven indeed. [ 123] The Laughing Willow PRINCE POMPOM Beneath a Fruitful Apple Tree Sate Pompom, youth of high degree, And Prince of Apple-Tartary ; While in the branches overhead The apples blushed with rapture red, As from a great book on his knees He read of the Hesperides, And how, to win the apples gold, One Hercules, a Hero bold, A hundred-headed Dragon slew. "How brave! How wonderful! How true!" Exclaimed the apples, flushed and red. "That proves what we have always said: We come of Ancient Pedigree ! We're of the Applestocracy ! Our title cannot be denied." *Whereat they swelled and swelled with Pride Until their High and Mighty Air Was more than Apple Tree could bear. "Come !" cried the Tree, "you must vacate My boughs — they will not bear your weight!" [ 124] The Laughing Willow PRINCE POMPOM— [Continued] Pride goes before a fall. Alas! Next morning, prone upon the grass, Blushing for shame, the Apples lay, And when Queen Pompom passed that way- She picked them up, and by and by She made them into Apple Pie. [125] The Laughing Willow THE SERIAL To the Tune of Tennyson I burst upon the reader's eye With verbal trumpet blaring, Proclaiming me the latest cry In fictionary daring* — Vital, compelling, hectic, rare, Heart-gripping, epoch-making ! A woman's naked soul laid bare, A climax record-breaking ! A quivering, pulsating plot, The mystery of a red room, A story to be read red hot In boudoir, bath or bedroom, An Eve, repentant, up to date, Confesses what her fall meant; You simply won't know how to wait Until the next installment. I come from heaven knows where — or when. My pedigree is shady. My father was a Fountain Pen; My mother, a Typelady, [126] The Laughing Willow THE SERIAL— [Continued] Who smote the keys from morn till night With fingers swift and taper, Till I appeared, all clean and bright, On reams of foolscap paper. And now in serial form I flow, And flout at style and diction, As like a babbling brook I go To join the Sea of Fiction. Some streams, I know, more deeply flow, And some for speed endeavor. Short stories come, short stories go, But I'll go on forever. I glitter like a foolish string Of pearls, with polish painful, With epigrams of doubtful ring And platitudes Hall-Caineful. And many a mood and tense amiss, And metaphor amuddle, And here and there a clinging kiss, And here and there a cuddle — [127] The Laughing Willow THE SERIAL— [Continued] And here and there a phrase in French, To give a touch linguisty; And here and there a Fisher wench, And here and there a Christy. And here and there and everywhere My thin stream slowly trickles 'Twixt Bunk's Elixir for the Hair And Black and CroswelVs Pickles. And here a temperamental scene, Fervid, intense, Byronic — Tosses tempestuous between Ayre's Soap and Tinkham 9 s Tonic. A sprightly conversation's flow Is checked by Soak and Stingham's Pink Pills, to reappear below An ad for ladies' thingums. The well-known slip 'twixt cup and lip Here, too, finds confirmation — "He raised his glass" — Thy Anti-Grip! Beware of Imitations! [128] The Laughing Willow THE SERIAL— [Continued] — "Up to his lips; when on his wrist He felt a grip, steel-sinewed ; The glass fell, and a hoarse voice hissed The words" — To be Continued. Editorial Note Some streams, we know, more deeply flow, And some for speed endeavor. Short stories come, short stories go, But this goes on forever. [ 129] THE CLOUD An Idyll of the Western Front Scene : A wayside shrine in France. Persons: Celeste, Pierre, a Cloud. Celeste {gazing at the solitary white Cloud) : I wonder what your thoughts are, little Cloud, Up in the sky, so lonely and so proud ! Cloud: Not proud, dear maiden; lonely, if you will. Long have I watched you, sitting there so still Before that little shrine beside the way, And wondered where your thoughts might be astray ; Your knitting lying idle on your knees, And worse than idle — like Penelope's, Working its own undoing! Celeste (picks up her knitting) : Who was she? Saints! What a knot! — Who was Penelope? What happened to her knitting? Tell me, Cloud ! Cloud: She was a Queen; she wove her husband's shroud. Celeste (drops the knitting)' [ 130] The Laughing Willow THE CLOUD— [Continued] His shroud ! Cloud : There, there ! 'Twas only an excuse To put her lovers off, a wifely ruse, Bidding them bide till it was finished, she Each night the web unravelled secretly. Celeste: He came home safe 4 ? Cloud: If I remember right, It was the lovers needed shrouds that night! It is an old, old tale. I heard it through A Wind whose ancestor it was that blew Ulysses' ship across the purple sea Back to his people and Penelope. We Clouds pick up strange tales, as far and wide And to and fro above the world we ride, Across uncharted seas, upon the swell Of viewless waves and tides invisible, Freighted with friendly flood or forked flame, Knowing not whither bound nor whence we came ; Now drifting lonely, now a company Of pond'rous galleons — Celeste: Oft-times I see A Cloud, as by some playful fancy stirred, Take likeness of a monstrous beast or bird Or some fantastic fish, as though 'twere clay Moulded by unseen hands. Cloud: Then tell me, pray, [131] The Laughing Willow THE CLOUD— [Continued] What I resemble now ! Celeste: I scarcely know. But had you asked a little while ago, I should have said a camel; then your hump Dissolved, and you became a gosling plump, Downy and white and warm — Cloud: What! Warm, up here? Ten thousand feet above the earth! Celeste: Oh dear! What am I thinking of! Of course I know How cold it is. Pierre has told me so A thousand times. Cloud : And who is this Pierre That tells you all the secrets of the air? How came he to such frigid heights to soar? Celeste : Pierre's my — He is in the Flying Corps. Cloud: Ah, now I understand! And he's away? Celeste: He left at dawn, where for he would not say, Telling me only 'twas a bombing raid Somewhere — My God! What's that? Cloud: What, little maid? Celeste (pom ting) : . That — over there — beyond the wooded crest! Cloud: Only a skylark dropping to her nest; Her mate is hov'ring somewhere near. I heard [ 132] The Laughing Willow THE CLOUD— [Continued] His tremulous, song of love — Celeste: That was no bird! (Drops upon her knees.) Mary ! Blessed Mother ! Hear my prayer ! That one that fell — grant it was not Pierre ! Here is the cross my mother gave me — I Will burn the longest candle it will buy! Cloud : Courage, my child ! Your prayer will not be vain! Who guards the lark, will guide your lover's plane. The West Wind's calling. I must go! — Hark! There He sings again! Le bon Dieu garde^ ma chere! II Pierre : I made a perfect landing over there Behind the church — Celeste: The Virgin heard my prayer! Now I must burn the candle that I vowed — Pierre: Then 'twas our Blessed Lady sent that Cloud That saved me when the Boche came up behind. 1 made a lightning turn, only to find The Boche on top of me. It seemed a kind Of miracle to see that Cloud — I swear [133] The Laughing Willow THE CLOUD— [Continued] A moment past the sky was everywhere As clear as clear; there was no Cloud in sight. It looked to me, floating there calm and white. Like a great mother hen, and I a chick. She seemed to call me, and I scurried quick Behind her wing. That spoiled the Boche's game, And gave me time to turn and take good aim. I emptied my last drum, and saw him drop Ten thousand feet in flames — Celeste {shuddering) : Stop! Pierre, stop! Maybe a girl is waiting for him too — Pierre: 'Twas either him or me — Celeste: Thank God, not you! Pierre {pointing to the church) : Come, let us burn the candle that you vowed. Celeste: Two candles! Pierre: Who's the other for? Celeste: The Cloud! finis [134] LIBRARY OF CONGRESS iiimiiiiie 015 938 041 5 1 >