The Voice of the City: Further Stories of the Four MillionHenry, O.
Philosophy
The Voice of the City: Further Stories of the Four Million
Henry, O.
New York (N.Y.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Short stories
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THE VOICE OF THE CITY
Further Stories of the Four Million
by
O. HENRY
Author of "The Four Million," "The Trimmed Lamp," "Strictly
Business," "Whirligigs," "Sixes and Sevens," Etc.
1919
CONTENTS
I. THE VOICE OF THE CITY
II. THE COMPLETE LIFE OF JOHN HOPKINS
III. A LICKPENNY LOVER
IV. DOUGHERTY'S EYE-OPENER
V. "LITTLE SPECK IN GARNERED FRUIT"
VI. THE HARBINGER
VII. WHILE THE AUTO WAITS
VIII. A COMEDY IN RUBBER
IX. ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS
X. THE DEFEAT OF THE CITY
XI. THE SHOCKS OF DOOM
XII. THE PLUTONIAN FIRE
XIII. NEMESIS AND THE CANDY MAN
XIV. SQUARING THE CIRCLE
XV. ROSES, RUSES AND ROMANCE
XVI. THE CITY OF DREADFUL NIGHT
XVII. THE EASTER OF THE SOUL
XVIII. THE FOOL-KILLER
XIX. TRANSIENTS IN ARCADIA
XX. THE RATHSKELLER AND THE ROSE
XXI. THE CLARION CALL
XXII. EXTRADITED FROM BOHEMIA
XXIII. A PHILISTINE IN BOHEMIA
XXIV. FROM EACH ACCORDING TO HIS ABILITY
XXV. THE MEMENTO
I
THE VOICE OF THE CITY
Twenty-five years ago the school children used to chant their
lessons. The manner of their delivery was a singsong recitative
between the utterance of an Episcopal minister and the drone of a
tired sawmill. I mean no disrespect. We must have lumber and sawdust.
I remember one beautiful and instructive little lyric that emanated
from the physiology class. The most striking line of it was this:
"The shin-bone is the long-est bone in the hu-man bod-y."
What an inestimable boon it would have been if all the corporeal
and spiritual facts pertaining to man had thus been tunefully and
logically inculcated in our youthful minds! But what we gained in
anatomy, music and philosophy was meagre.
The other day I became confused. I needed a ray of light. I turned
back to those school days for aid. But in all the nasal harmonies
we whined forth from those hard benches I could not recall one that
treated of the voice of agglomerated mankind.
In other words, of the composite vocal message of massed humanity.
In other words, of the Voice of a Big City.
Now, the individual voice is not lacking. We can understand the
song of the poet, the ripple of the brook, the meaning of the man
who wants $5 until next Monday, the inscriptions on the tombs of
the Pharaohs, the language of flowers, the "step lively" of the
conductor, and the prelude of the milk cans at 4 A. M. Certain
large-eared ones even assert that they are wise to the vibrations of
the tympanum produced by concussion of the air emanating from Mr. H.
James. But who can comprehend the meaning of the voice of the city?
I went out for to see.
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