Lost the first battle； I began to talk prohibition；
And became active in the church？
That was due to my wife；
Who pictured to me my destruction
If I did not prove my morality to the people。
Well； she ruined me：
For the radicals grew suspicious of me；
And the conservatives were never sure of me
And here I lie； unwept of all。
〃Ace〃 Shaw
I NEVER saw any difference
Between playing cards for money
And selling real estate；
Practicing law； banking； or anything else。
For everything is chance。
Nevertheless
Seest thou a man diligent in business？
He shall stand before Kings！
Willard Fluke
MY wife lost her health；
And dwindled until she weighed scarce ninety pounds。
Then that woman； whom the men
Styled Cleopatra； came along。
And we we married ones
All broke our vows； myself among the rest。
Years passed and one by one
Death claimed them all in some hideous form
And I was borne along by dreams
Of God's particular grace for me；
And I began to write； write； write； reams on reams
Of the second coming of Christ。
Then Christ came to me and said；
〃Go into the church and stand before the congregation
And confess your sin。〃
But just as I stood up and began to speak
I saw my little girl； who was sitting in the front seat
My little girl who was born blind！
After that； all is blackness。
Aner Clute
OVER and over they used to ask me；
While buying the wine or the beer；
In Peoria first； and later in Chicago；
Denver； Frisco； New York； wherever I lived
How I happened to lead the life；
And what was the start of it。
Well； I told them a silk dress；
And a promise of marriage from a rich man
（It was Lucius Atherton）。
But that was not really it at all。
Suppose a boy steals an apple
From the tray at the grocery store；
And they all begin to call him a thief；
The editor； minister； judge； and all the people
〃A thief；〃 〃a thief；〃 〃a thief；〃 wherever he goes
And he can't get work； and he can't get bread
Without stealing it； why the boy will steal。
It's the way the people regard the theft of the apple
That makes the boy what he is。
Lucius Atherton
WHEN my moustache curled；
And my hair was black；
And I wore tight trousers
And a diamond stud；
I was an excellent knave of hearts and took many a trick。
But when the gray hairs began to appear
Lo！ a new generation of girls
Laughed at me； not fearing me；
And I had no more exciting adventures
Wherein I was all but shot for a heartless devil；
But only drabby affairs； warmed…over affairs
Of other days and other men。
And time went on until I lived at
Mayer's restaurant；
Partaking of short…orders； a gray； untidy；
Toothless； discarded； rural Don Juan。 。 。 。
There is a mighty shade here who sings
Of one named Beatrice；
And I see now that the force that made him great
Drove me to the dregs of life。
Homer Clapp
OFTEN Aner Clute at the gate
Refused me the parting kiss；
Saying we should be engaged before that；
And just with a distant clasp of the hand
She bade me good…night； as I brought her home
From the skating rink or the revival。
No sooner did my departing footsteps die away
Than Lucius Atherton；
（So I learned when Aner went to Peoria）
Stole in at her window； or took her riding
Behind his spanking team of bays
Into the country。
The shock of it made me settle down
And I put all the money I got from my father's estate
Into the canning factory； to get the job
Of head accountant； and lost it all。
And then I knew I was one of Life's fools；
Whom only death would treat as the equal
Of other men； making me feel like a man。
Deacon Taylor
I BELONGED to the church；
And to the party of prohibition；
And the villagers thought I died of eating watermelon。
In truth I had cirrhosis of the liver；
For every noon for thirty years；
I slipped behind the prescription partition
In Trainor's drug store
And poured a generous drink
From the bottle marked 〃Spiritus frumenti。〃
Sam Hookey
I RAN away from home with the circus；
Having fallen in love with Mademoiselle Estralada；
The lion tamer。
One time； having starved the lions
For more than a day；
I entered the cage and began to beat Brutus
And Leo and Gypsy。
Whereupon Brutus sprang upon me；
And killed me。
On entering these regions
I met a shadow who cursed me；
And said it served me right。 。 。 。
It was Robespierre！
Cooney Potter
I INHERITED forty acres from my Father
And； by working my wife； my two sons and two daughters
From dawn to dusk； I acquired
A thousand acres。
But not content；
Wishing to own two thousand acres；
I bustled through the years with axe and plow；
Toiling； denying myself； my wife； my sons； my daughters。
Squire Higbee wrongs me to say
That I died from smoking Red Eagle cigars。
Eating hot pie and gulping coffee
During the scorching hours of harvest time
Brought me here ere I had reached my sixtieth year。
Fiddler Jones
THE earth keeps some vibration going
There in your heart； and that is you。
And if the people find you can fiddle；
Why； fiddle you must； for all your life。
What do you see； a harvest of clover？
Or a meadow to walk through to the river？
The wind's in the corn； you rub your hands
For beeves hereafter ready for market；
Or else you hear the rustle of skirts
Like the girls when dancing at Little Grove。
To Cooney Potter a pillar of dust
Or whirling leaves meant ruinous drouth；
They looked to me like Red…Head Sammy
Stepping it off； to 〃Toor…a…Loor。〃
How could I till my forty acres
Not to speak of getting more；
With a medley of horns； bassoons and piccolos
Stirred in my brain by crows and robins
And the creak of a wind…millonly these？
And I never started to plow in my life
That some one did not stop in the road
And take me away to a dance or picnic。
I ended up with forty acres；
I ended up with a broken fiddle
And a broken laugh； and a thousand memories；
And not a single regret。
Nellie Clark
I WAS only eight years old；
And before I grew up and knew what it meant
I had no words for it； except
That I was frightened and told my
Mother； And that my Father got a pistol
And would have killed Charlie； who was a big boy；
Fifteen years old； except for his Mother。
Nevertheless the story clung to me。
But the man who married me； a widower of thirty…five；
Was a newcomer and never heard it
OTill two years after we were married。
Then he considered himself cheated；
And the village agreed that I was not really a virgin。
Well； he deserted me； and I died
The following winter。
Louise Smith
HERBERT broke our engagement of eight years
When Annabelle returned to the village From the
Seminary； ah me！
If I had let my love for him alone
It might have grown into a beautiful sorrow
Who knows？ filling my life with healing fragrance。
But I tortured it； I poisoned it
I blinded its eyes； and it became hatred
Deadly ivy instead of clematis。
And my soul fell from its support
Its tendrils tangled in decay。
Do not let the will play gardener to your soul
Unless you are sure
It is wiser than your soul's nature。
Herbert Marshall
ALL your sorrow； Louise； and hatred of me
Sprang from your delusion that it was wantonness
Of spirit and contempt of your soul's rights
Which made me turn to Annabelle and forsake you。
You really grew to hate me for love of me；
Because I was your soul's happiness；
Formed and tempered
To solve your life for you； and would not。
But you were my misery。
If you had been
My happiness would I not have clung to you？
This is life's sorrow：
That one can be happy only where two are；
And that our hearts are drawn to stars
Which want us not。
George Gray
I HAVE studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor。
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life。
For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment；
Sorrow knocked at my door； but I was afraid；
Ambition called to me； but I dreaded the chances。
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life。
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat。
To put meaning in one's life may end in madness；
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid。
Hon。 Henry Bennett
IT never came into my mind
Until I was ready to die
That Jenny had loved me to death； with malice of heart。
For I was seventy； she was thirtyfive；
And I wore myself to a shadow trying to husband
Jenny； rosy Jenny full of the ardor of life。
For all my wisdom and grace of mind
Gave her no delight at all； in very truth；
But ever and anon she spoke of the giant strength
Of Willard Shafer； and of his wonderful feat
Of lifting a traction engine out of the ditch
One time at Georgie Kirby's。
So Jenny inherited my fortune and married Willard
That mount of brawn！ That clownish soul！
Griffy the Cooper
THE cooper should know about tubs。
But I learned about life as well；
And you who loiter around these graves
Think you know life。
You think your eye sweeps about a wide horizon； perhaps；
In truth you are only looking around the interior of your tub。
You cannot lift yourself to its rim
And see the outer world of things；
And at the same time see yourself。
You are submerged in the tub of yourself
Taboos and rules and appearances；
Are the staves of your tub。
Break them and dispel the witchcraft
Of thinking your tub is life
And that you know life。
A。 D。 Blood
IF YOU in the village think that my work was a good one；
Who closed the saloons and stopped all playing at cards；
And haled old Daisy Fraser before Justice Arnett；
In many a crusade to purge the people of sin；
Why do you let the milliner's daughter Dora；
And the worthless son of Benjamin Pantier
Nightly make my grave their unholy pillow？
Dora Williams
WHEN Reuben Pantier ran away and threw me
I went to Springfield。 There I met a lush；
Whose father just deceased left him a fortune。
He married me when drunk。
My life was wretched。
A year passed and one day they found him dead。
That made me rich。 I moved on to Chicago。
After a time met Tyler Rountree； villain。
I moved on to New York。 A gray…haired magnate
Went mad about meso another fortune。
He died one night rig