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POEMS.
59
Assured of my comfort, shortly the train started.
Oh, Hunter's Point! Oh, flat and uninteresting landscape! Oh, Newtown Creek! Oh, hell! oh, smell! who can describe you, nose-absorbing, resistless?
Oh, Hunter's Point! Oh, flat and uninteresting landscape! Oh, Newtown Creek! Oh, hell! oh, smell! who can describe you, nose-absorbing, resistless?
I might have slept, but the newsboy, vociferous, importunate, entered:
"Here you are! All the latest magazines—Harper's, Scribner's, The Century, Lippincott's, Frank Leslie, The Cosmopolitan, The Ladies' Home Journal, Puck, Judge and Life, Town Topics—just out."
I hated that newsboy ardently. The dust blew in my face, a cinder got in my eye, the window shut on my thumb, the train stopped at other stations than mine.
But now I know it was all for the best, for had I not these discomforts endured, I should not have written this song, and what would you have done then?
"Here you are! All the latest magazines—Harper's, Scribner's, The Century, Lippincott's, Frank Leslie, The Cosmopolitan, The Ladies' Home Journal, Puck, Judge and Life, Town Topics—just out."
I hated that newsboy ardently. The dust blew in my face, a cinder got in my eye, the window shut on my thumb, the train stopped at other stations than mine.
But now I know it was all for the best, for had I not these discomforts endured, I should not have written this song, and what would you have done then?
A.D. AND C.D.
