What a delightful little book! You can borrow or read it at Internet Archive.
Democracy works (entre nous)– When a knowing intelligent few Tell the people: ‘You rule!’ And each plebeian fool Says: ‘Right, Guv’nor, what must we do?’ — W. Steward in The Penguin Book of Limericks, E.O. Parrott, ed., Bloomsbury Books, London, 1991.
Flagrant Notice Suggested for City Traffic Lights The light was red but he was green, Or bold, or crazy, maybe mean. Well, anyhow, on through he sped To hit a truck. And now he’s dead. The author of this little oddity was William Wade who apparently earned his bachelor’s degree from William Harvey College in
Independence by A.A. Milne I never did, I never did, I never did like “Now take care, dear!” I never did, I never did, I never did want “Hold-my-hand”; I never did, I never did, I never did think much of “Not up there, dear!” It’s no good saying it. They don’t understand.
Politeness If people ask me I always tell them: “Quite well, thank you, I’m very glad to say.” If people ask me, I always answer, “Quite well, thank you, how are you today?” I always answer, I always tell them, If they ask me Politely…. BUT SOMETIMES I wish That they wouldn’t A.A. Milne (author
From Frankly Speaking by William Wade (1936)– just another crappy old book of poetry
Contemplation by William Wade Eternities had passed, it seemed. I sat and watched my watch and dreamed. I twinged my fingers, twirled my chain, And twinged and twirled and twinged again, Till apprehension of my fate Had caused the ruffling of my pate, When suddenly amid my woe The wife appeared all dressed to go!
I draw your attention to the last line on the page: Memorize this poem. The book is Our Language: First Book by Lida B. NcMurry and F.T. Norvell (1905). It is a beginning grammar / usage / reader covering such things as story telling, sentence and paragraph structure, capitalization, punctuation, and so forth. Throughout the
It Couldn’t Be Done by Edgar Guest Somebody said that it couldn’t be done But he with a chuckle replied That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried. So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid
It is rainy and dreary– and quiet– here on the Farm this morning and my work is nearly finished so I was thumbing through a books of poems wondering if I might find one suitable for the day. The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The day is done, and the darkness Falls from
Hallowe’en by Harry Behn Tonight is the night When dead leaves fly Like witches on switches Across the sky, When elf and sprite Flit through the night On a moony sheen. Tonight is the night When leaves make a sound Like a gnome in his home Under the ground, When spooks and trolls Creep out
In Our Wonder World: A Library of Knowledge in Ten Volumes Volume Six Sports and Pastimes Indoors and Out (1923, p267) “Hallowe’en” is Robert Burns’ classic (and quite long) poem which references many old superstitions about Halloween. The entire poem with a wee bit o’ commentary is here. Fun stuff!
Broomstick Time On Halloween the witches fly Like withered leaves across the sky, Each with a broomstick for a steed That gallops at tremendous speed. Although I don’t approve of witches Who wear tall hats and live in ditches, Still I am glad there is a day When broomsticks have a chance to play. Witch
As a follow up to a post from yesterday, I give you Ike Walton’s Prayer by James Whitcomb Riley I crave, dear Lord, No boundless hoard Of gold and gear, Nor jewels fine, Nor lands, nor kine, Nor treasure-heaps of anything.- Let but a little hut be mine Where at the hearthstore I may hear
Trees by Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of
Today is the anniversary of Robert Frost’s birth in 1875. When the first edition of Anniversaries and Holidays was published (1928), Frost was only 53 years old. I looked around for something a bit more obscure than “The Road Not Taken” but then I read the poem, written in 1916– ha! Ninety-nine years ago!– and
Today is Lady Day. Lady Day Here’s Lady Day Go meekly, Think sweetly, Talk kindly, Look mildly, And love your baby Like Our Lady On Lady Day. from The New Book of Days (Eleanor Farjeon, 1941)
I’ve just become aware that not every child knows the idiom “in like a lion, out like a lamb” as it refers to weather during the month of March. How can this be?
just words. Right?