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THE pronounccd trend (c_^ Tf (7^ TXJ <
toward poetry soob- ^Jj[ %JSJlXl <
vious at the | ?:'<
m ? nent, notwithstanding
what some iditors say to the con- _H _> ]p
trary, cannot and will not. be doubted
or disputed by that large and in- _%._??
creasing part oi" the population which
ridi ; lo and fro daily in the street
The ordinary street-car was once
? -?-less. stupid cage in which an
lling, ill-natured public was carted from place
ice. Now- it is fa I becoi ling a veritable cir
ig Hbrary of poetry and art on wheels. The
lace enters ther in with the happy assurance
ie], ther is small liktlihood of its finding an
;. eat, :t is sure of meeting with many a
- and curious quatrain of poetic lore calculated
ke those who must cling to straps forg.t all
their woes and worries in contemplating the plea?
sant food It thought so temptingly displayed on
heard about those signs so plain that "he who runs
may read ";
Hut when it comes to street-car ads., why, there we do not
To - v.\ .1 bit, l>ut idly sit, al! active movements shui
\ ; -,,. ?;,,'.. we -- :? ' ?? ili ' e car does all the
With what curious int iresl the street-car patron
atched the subtle but all conquering advana
of poetry into the cold commercial world that
nce deemed to be tlie undisputed real.; of
pl .-. .1 pr< ?se.
Ti.ne was when poetry was ?? be ed to b_ too
fragile, too timid, too politt, to appear in mixed
asse nblages. ln those dear old delicate days it
was honestly supposed thal a full breath of real
business atmosphere would prove almost fatal
?o. a tender triolet or a retiring rondo. But the
ti ? change, and we are chang_d with them.
Xowadays it is no unusual sight to see a sweet,
senti .-ual sonnet and a bnsk. business-like sand
wich going hand in hand. as ii w ,-re, about the busy
thoro ighfares of our bust ling cities.
To illnstrate the manner in which po*try is over
coming prose, let us take, for example, a certain
welbknown brand of hair renewer which in the olden
davs when its name was firsl g-tting into placard
tvpe saw its virtues modestly hinted at in the
simplest of unrimed and unvarnished advertising
Try Blinker's Hair Renewer for the Hair.
It scarcely seems possible that there was a time,
and not long ago. when such a r.ild. homely group
of word-- was thought to be advertising. Xot so
to-dav. In these bustling times everything in
general and advertising in particular must be spiced
and sugar-coated if designed to have the public
bite at it. And so the wide-awake framer of up
to-date advertising takes that same old theme,
once so mildly treated. and brings it right home
to us through the medium of poetry:
If you'd have locks?long, lustrous, rich?
Use Blinker's Hair Renewer. which
Will tfrow up<,n the haldest pate
Hair by the bushel while you wait.
Our eyes have become so accustomed to secing
a number of lines of reading matter beginning with
capital letters on the one hand and terminating
with words of similar sound on the other that we
would not pause to observe the simple request,
"Use Blum's Stove Polish," which modest com
bination of words used to be deemed sufficiently
forceful and convincing to at tract public notice.
To-day the subject is set forth differently:
Blum's Polish makes the stove so bright
The cook declares it blinds her sight
An.i so wit1-. every package we
Present a pair ??! goggles free.
So pronounced has become this desire to present
what v. en- formerly considered purely commercial
themes, in soft, sweet. rhythmic, rattling poetry,
that in some of our more enli; h1 thestreet
cars are now recognized as being the people's true
literarv rendezvous. They are the center
. ...., io pea_ of the present day p
uplift. The whole i n mercial world. as it is at
present represented in street-car hterature, shows
a growing disposition to lisp in numbers. Where
is thi movement to stop? ls it ever going to
I we stop it if we would? Would we stop it if
The mind of man has ( ver been subservient to I he
-pell. 1'oetrv has always been recognized
as the helper and harmonizer of the race. High
rs of all ages h to ay compliment
b -.' ?' It is in his poetry rather than
in 1ns rine philosophical essays that Emerson is
to find his hterary ility. On the other
hand, Dickens is to die because his writings
_? OF TME 1
ef-iaE fi _?<dlics&fta?ims Tha'
G?___gf Fsfosaa EBadl t? \
lack that poetic quality which, after all is said an<
done, is the true breath of literary hfe. This gravi
defect in Dickens is indicated in tiie words that pas;
between the Wellers. father anrl son, as the latt<
reads for the edification of the former the valentim
he has just comp ?sed :
" "I'ain't in poetry, is it?" interposed the
" Ni r, no." repUed Sam.
" Werygladto hear it," said Mr. Weller. "Poetry':
unnat'ral. No man ever talked m poetry 'cept i
beadle ->n boxin' d.?.?.'. or Warren'.- blackin' o
Rowland's oil, or someo' th.*m low fellows. Neve
1.- vourself down to talk poetiry, my boy."
Then a1 the conclusion of the effort Sam say
"I co :'?'. ? n 1 il with a ivcrsc; what ?1<> you think?'
"I don't like it, Sam." rejoined Mr. Weller.
?never know'd a respectable coachman as wrol
poetry 'cept one as marie an affectin' copy o
werses the night afore he wos hung for a highwai
robbery, and he wos only ??. Cambervell man, si
even that's no rule."
Bul the average man, no matter what his statioi
in life, has a touch of sentiment in hi i and mon
or less rrf a fondness for poetry. He 1
that years ago it was his pleasure to read a poen
that has lingered in his memory ever since b
descrlbed the flight of angels fro i Heaven to eartl
and how they descended to this planel on a golder
ladder. While they were viewing the beauty
of our earthly Paradise there suddenly appeared ;
shadow across the land which caused a shudd' r t<
steal through their brcasts. They hastened bacli
to the golden ladder to accend once more to theii
ethereal realms. All were successful in reachinj
the ladder before it was withdrawn?all but two
Those two have since been called the belated
angels, and the half-forgotten poem closes:
Anrl those belated angels be
Sweet Music and sweet Poetry.
It is this hidden sentiment in the hearts <>f mer
that explains why they love poetry. They ma\
declare thev do not like poetry, but they will read
street-car poetry. They've simply gr rt to do s.
unless thev own a private carriage or automobile.
One of the world's wise men has wisely t< >1< 1 us
"Words are the only things that live forever."
A little couplet or quatrain is easily carried about
in the corner of one's mind to be breathed forth
on anv and every occasion. Not until some on<
of a jingle-making turn of mind remarked that
ICveninj-* rerl and morning gray
Are sure tr> fetch a very fine day
did a careless, unobserving world know tha* these
two rneteorological conditions are the frr r;::i:ii rs
rrf fine weather. As a matter of fact, it is probable
that thev were not so until this couplet was evolved,
since when the weath- r has been made to conform
to the state of things as set forth in tlie lilting lim -.
One of our best-known college professors has
said: "Whatever yrrur occupation may b., and
however crowded your hn:ir> with affair.;,
fail to secure at least a few minutes every day frr
the refreshment of your inner life with a
poetry." As things used to be it was rather difficult
for many of us trr come into daily contacl
poetry. There were s<r nianv prosy duties keeping
us (rn tlie jump from the time the alarm cl' ?ck .
us in the morning .ill late bedtime at night that
poetry was likely to br* side-tracked for
that seemed trr be rrf more immediate importance.
Now all is charmingly different. For five cents
Evolu.io-- ?if _;__? _Rosa.cS
By Morris J. "WHite
A narrow rural road,
A w heelman a la mode,
A farmer who insists on driving straight;
Adjoining, bank- of sand,
No chance t>r pass him. and
The cyclist bites the dust in humble state.
Same highway once again.
Sam I ' : rr-in.
Same ? I ls along on ai
Fi>ur wheels instearI
1 [is autr .?
The tables turn?the rural czar
without havii |
d ^v/? thing extra for it. W
' i if us are
r_?_?S__ conditioned that we
a daily ride on a i
wise to read the
r.-": ?? for a tit - I
1 tired and indiffercnl
? permit the eye to find recre
s will. and from tl j for
r reading habit is fixed upon us
May beat admission in a l
FinaBy with everybody in th
s poetry, the n< xl step is :? ir th
i repeal it in their daily walks or -
r we may exp-ct the conductor,
r cars all the time to be the firsl
mode of speaking the effi
ion w ith ? ? much poesy. Hei
c- -? th.-v t xist to-day
I prised to he r a i >i luctor ..
? -.-. h . by bury ing her face in a :
to coi ?n that sh
.- car ever since it started from av. i
) lotted suburb:
! To ask you, lad
S.. .? think that this mannei
5 too polite for a street-car condu
1 but let it be borne in mind thal
t missions of poetry is to promulgate
i more general use of the former will ii
i widespread employment of the latter.
In the winter time when the
i air-tight, non-ventilated, overcrowded
i breathing the so-called atmosphei
: when it 'irst left the barn at four-thirt;
- ing, some wo i in with weak lungs wiD sui
; just enough strength and courage to \
say to the o mductor:
l Do you presume that it v.
You of your public-serving
It". iust to save a life. you' :
Admit a t.iimbleful of air?
i And then that wise conductor. a i
? and long suffering, wiD bend down cl<
[ woman's ear and whisper:
> I'd like to, ladv. but v
That red-haired man then . '
That if I dared let in one jot
Of frosty air he'd have me shot.
lt isn't what we do that counts for &
svorld as it is the way in which we
ners are everything. The general em]
poetry ought to work a great change t
in the stre.-t-car deportmsnt of the pul
certainly be h >ts nicer for all cor
? blunt remarks and the sarcastic r
. placed bv smoothly tlowing, softl
couplets and qua trains. It is p
that in the davs to come when a cond".
to collect a fare for carrying a youth i
as his mother the latter will be >?
herseif less crudely than she is likel}
lle's ridden nine years on tl
And you're the tirst to sa}
? .in ti\e years olrl
A:: ! 111 report you. sir!
And then too there is a chance for
- about in the mani er
average man gets out fi a seat and
. it. It is usually done in a bungli
; and unintelligible sort of way.
et-car public btcomes fully :
spirit of poesy which the present di pla
".eh" ? ? ? iin to bring up ? i1
in to know what '
to say it:
. ??: . v. <1_
(>r ai cient, (< r it is not
re I get >ul
And the young woman?well,
e w ill be th. >n ?ughly up w
lirit of the tim ?-. as th
trui ? rn !
He" does ai