Uncle Walt [Walt Mason], the Poet PhilosopherMason, Walt
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Uncle Walt [Walt Mason], the Poet Philosopher
Mason, Walt
Poetry
If you help a busted pilgrim, who's been out of luck a while, if you
stake him with a dollar and a stogie and a smile, and you see his
haggard features light up with a glow of joy, and you hear him try to
murmur that you are a bully boy, then you'll get a lot of pleasure from
the life you're leading here; there are better things than boodle in
this little whirling sphere. If you write a friendly letter to some
fellow far away, who's so weary and so homesick that his hair is turning
gray, he will feel a whole lot better, and the cheer-up smile will come,
and he'll sail into his duties in a way to make things hum; then you've
done a thing to help you when St. Peter calls your name; there are
better things than boodle in this little human game. If you see a man
a-struggling to regain some ground he's lost, some one who's been up
against it, knocked about and tempest tossed, and you turn around and
help him to his place with other men, crying shame upon the knockers who
would drag him down again, then you've shown that you're a critter of a
princely strain of blood; there are better things than boodle on this
little ball of mud.
_The Famous Four_
John and Peter, and Robert and Paul, what in the world has become of
them all? How are they stacking, and where are they gone--Paul and
Robert and Peter and John? Paul was a poet, and labored and wrought over
his harp, and he kept its strings hot; haunting and sad was his music,
though sweet--bards can't be glad when they've nothing to eat. Peter
made pictures and painted them well; 'twasn't his fault that they never
would sell; 'twasn't his fault that he took a brief ride out to the
poorhouse, where later he died. Robert taught school till he died of old
age; hard were his labors and scanty his wage; we laid him to rest in a
grave on the hill; the county was called on to settle the bill. John was
a pitcher, whose curves were immense; he was the pet of the bleachers,
and hence he was the owner of riches untold; diamonds and rubies and
sapphires and gold. John and Peter and Robert and Paul! Through the long
years we've kept cases on all!
_Niagara_
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