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Something Else Again

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A Gotham Garden of Verses 92 Lines on Reading Frank J. Wilstach's "A Dictionary of Similes" 94 The Dictaphone Bard 95 The Comfort of Obscurity 97 Ballade of the Traffickers 98 To W. Hohenzollern, on Discontinuing The Conning Tower 100 To W. Hohenzollern, on Resuming The Conning Tower 103 Thoughts on the Cosmos 105 On Environment 106 The Ballad of the Thoughtless Waiter 107 Rus Vs. Urbs 109 "I'm Out of the Army Now" 110 "Oh Man!" 112 An Ode in Time of Inauguration 113 What the Copy Desk Might Have Done 124 Song of Synthetic Virility 133

SOMETHING ELSE AGAIN

Present Imperative

Horace: Book I, Ode 11

"Tu ne quaesieris—scire nefas—quem mihi; quem tibi——"

AD LEUCONOEN

Nay, query not, Leuconoë, the finish of the fable;
Eliminate the worry as to what the years may hoard!
You only waste your time upon the Babylonian Table—
(Slang for the Ouija board).

And as to whether Jupiter, the final, unsurpassed one,
May add a lot of winters to our portion here below,
Or this impinging season is to be our very last one—
Really, I'd hate to know.

Apply yourself to wisdom! Sweep the floor and wash the dishes,
Nor dream about the things you'll do in 1928!
My counsel is to cease to sit and yearn about your wishes,
Cursing the throws of Fate.

My! how I have been chattering on matters sad and pleasant!
(Endure with me a moment while I polish off a rhyme).
If I were you, I think, I'd bother only with the present—
Now is the only time.

The Doughboy's Horace

Horace: Book III, Ode 9

"Donec eram gratus tibi——"

HORACE, PVT. ——TH INFANTRY, A. E. F., WRITES:

While I was fussing you at home
You put the notion in my dome
That I was the Molasses Kid.
I batted strong. I'll say I did.

LYDIA, ANYBURG, U. S. A., WRITES:

While you were fussing me alone
To other boys my heart was stone.
When I was all that you could see
No girl had anything on me.

HORACE:

Well, say, I'm having some romance
With one Babette, of Northern France.
If that girl gave me the command
I'd dance a jig in No Man's Land.

LYDIA:

I, too, have got a young affair
With Charley—say, that boy is there!
I'd just as soon go out and die
If I thought it'd please that guy.

HORACE:

Suppose I can this foreign wren
And start things up with you again?
Suppose I promise to be good?
I'd love you, Lyd. I'll say I would.

LYDIA:

Though Charley's good and handsome—oh, boy!
And you're a stormy, fickle doughboy,
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