American fiction -- 19th century; American poetry -- 19th century; American wit and humor; Short stories, American
And he stoppeth one of three--
The famous shortstop threw the book out the window, stuck out his chin
and said:
"No Texas sis can gimme de umpire face like dat. I swipes nine daisy
cutters outer ten dat comes in my garden, I do."
Toddlekins
Toddlekins climbed up the long, long stair;
Chubby and fat and round was he;
With rosy cheeks and curling hair,
Jolly and fair and gay was he.
Toddlekins knocked on the office door;
Within at a desk a stern man sat;
Wrote with a pen while a frown he wore,
When he heard on the door a rat-tat-tat.
Toddlekins cried, "Oh please let me in!
I've come to see you, the door is fast!"
Oh, voice so soft, it will surely win
The heart of the stern, cold man at last!
But he heeded not the pleading cry
Of Toddlekins out on the lonely stair;
And Toddlekins left with a sorrowful sigh,
Toddlekins round, and chubby and fair,
Oh, man so stem, when you stand and plead
At the door of your Father's house on high;
What if he, merciless, pay no heed;
Pitiless, turns from your helpless cry!
But the man wrote on with a stony stare;
He was an editor, poor and ill;
And Toddlekins, chubby and round and fair,
Was a butcher that brought a big meat bill.
Reconciliation
A One-Act Drama
Dramatis Personae
A Houston married couple.
Scene--Her boudoir.
He
And now, Viola, since we understand each other, let us
never fall out again. Let us forget the bitter words that we
have spoken one to another, and resolve to dwell always in
love and affection. [Places his arm around her waist.]
She
Oh, Charles, you don't know how happy you make me! Of
course we will never quarrel again. Life is too short to
waste in petty bickerings and strife. Let us keep in the
primrose path of love, and never stray from it any more. Oh,
what bliss to think you love me and nothing can ever come
between us! Just like the old days when we used to meet by
the lilac hedge, isn't it? [Lays her head on his shoulder.]
He
Yes, and when I used to pull blossoms and twine them in
your hair and call you Queen Titania.
She
Oh, that was nice. I remember. Queen Titania? Oh, yes,
she was one of Shakespeare's characters, who fell in love
with a man with a donkey's head.
He
H'm!
She
Now don't. I didn't mean you. Oh, Charles, listen to the
Christmas chimes! What a merry day it will be for us. Are
you sure you love me as well as you used to?
He
More. _Smack._
She
Does 'em fink me sweet?
He
_Smack. Smack!_
She
Wuz 'em's toodleums?
He
Awful heap. Who do you wuv?
She
My ownest own old boy.
Both
_Smack!_
He
Listen, the bells are chiming again. We should be doubly
happy, love, for we have passed through stormy seas of doubt
and anger. But now, a light is breaking, and the rosy dawn
of love has returned.
She
And should abide with us forever. Oh, Charles, let us
never again by word or look cause pain to each other.
He
Never again. And you will not scold any more?
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