Riley Songs of Friendship Part 5

ART AND POETRY

TO HOMER DAVENPORT

Wess he says, and sort o' grins, "Art and Poetry is twins!

"Yit, if I'd my pick, I'd shake Poetry, and no mistake!

"Pictures, allus, 'peared to _me_, Clean laid over Poetry!

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"Let me _draw_, and then, i jings, I'll not keer a straw who sings.

"'F I could draw as you have drew, Like to jes' swop pens with you!

"Picture-drawin' 's my pet vision Of Life-work in Lands Elysian.

"Pictures is first language we Find hacked out in History.

"Most delight we ever took Was in our first Picture-book.

"'Thout the funny picture-makers, They'd be lots more undertakers!

"Still, as I say, Rhymes and Art 'Smighty hard to tell apart.

"Songs and pictures go together Same as birds and summer weather."

So Wess says, and sort o' grins, "Art and Poetry is twins."

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[Ill.u.s.tration: Down to the Capital--headpiece]

DOWN TO THE CAPITAL

I' be'n down to the Capital at Was.h.i.+ngton, D. C., Where Congerss meets and pa.s.ses on the pensions ort to be Allowed to old one-legged chaps, like me, 'at sence the war Don't wear their pants in pairs at all--and yit how proud we are!

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Old Flukens, from our deestrick, jes' turned in and tuck and made Me stay with him whilse I was there; and longer 'at I stayed The more I kep' a-wantin' jes' to kind o' git away, And yit a-feelin' sociabler with Flukens ever' day.

You see I'd got the idy--and I guess most folks agrees-- 'At men as rich as him, you know, kin do jes' what they please; A man worth stacks o' money, and a Congerssman and all, And livin' in a buildin' bigger'n Masonic Hall!

Now mind, I'm not a-faultin' Fluke--he made his money square: We both was Forty-niners, and both bu'sted gittin' there; I weakened and onwindla.s.sed, and he stuck and stayed and made His millions; don't know what _I'm_ worth untel my pension's paid.

But I was goin' to tell you--er a-ruther goin' to try To tell you how he's livin' now: gas burnin' mighty nigh In ever' room about the house; and ever' night, about, Some blame reception goin' on, and money goin' out.

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They's people there from all the world--jes' ever' kind 'at lives, Injuns and all! and Senators, and Ripresentatives; And girls, you know, jes' dressed in gauze and roses, I declare, And even old men shamblin' round a-waltzin' with 'em there!

And bands a-tootin' circus-tunes, 'way in some other room Jes' chokin' full o' hothouse plants and pinies and perfume; And fountains, squirtin' stiddy all the time; and statutes, made Out o' puore marble, 'peared-like, sneakin' round there in the shade.

And Fluke he coaxed and begged and pled with me to take a hand And sashay in amongst 'em--crutch and all, you understand; But when I said how tired I was, and made fer open air, He follered, and tel five o'clock we set a-talkin' there.

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[Ill.u.s.tration: To old one-legged chaps, like me]

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"My G.o.d!" says he--Fluke says to me, "I'm tireder'n you!

Don't putt up yer tobacker tel you give a man a chew.

Set back a leetle furder in the shadder--that'll do; I'm tireder'n you, old man; I'm tireder'n you.

"You see that-air old dome," says he, "humped up ag'inst the sky?

It's grand, first time you see it; but it changes, by and by, And then it stays jes' thataway--jes' anch.o.r.ed high and dry Betwixt the sky up yender and the achin' of yer eye.

"Night's purty; not so purty, though, as what it ust to be When my first wife was livin'. You remember her?" says he.

I nodded-like, and Fluke went on, "I wonder now ef she Knows where I am--and what I am--and what I ust to be?

"That band in there!--I ust to think 'at music couldn't wear A feller out the way it does; but that ain't music there-- That's jes' a' _imitation_, and like ever'thing, I swear, I hear, er see, er tetch, er taste, er tackle anywhere!

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"It's all jes' _artificial_, this-'ere high-priced life of ours; The theory, it's sweet enough, tel it saps down and sours.

They's no _home_ left, ner _ties_ o' home about it. By the powers, The whole thing's artificialer'n artificial flowers!

"And all I want, and could lay down and sob fer, is to know The homely things of homely life; fer instance, jes' to go And set down by the kitchen stove--Lord! that 'u'd rest me so,-- Jes' set there, like I ust to do, and laugh and joke, you know.

"Jes' set there, like I ust to do," says Fluke, a-startin' in, 'Peared-like, to say the whole thing over to hisse'f ag'in; Then stopped and turned, and kind o' coughed, and stooped and fumbled fer Somepin' o' 'nuther in the gra.s.s--I guess his handkercher.

Well, sence I'm back from Was.h.i.+ngton, where I left Fluke a-still A-leggin' fer me, heart and soul, on that-air pension bill, I've half-way struck the notion, when I think o' wealth and sich, They's nothin' much patheticker'n jes' a-bein' rich!

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[Ill.u.s.tration: "It's all jes' artificial, this-'ere high-priced life of ours"]

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[Ill.u.s.tration: Old chums--headpiece]