LIFE OF JOHN HENRY TITUS
                                                            
                                                                         Why And How He Wrote

                                                                  "The Face on The Bar Room Floor"

                                                                         By Elizabeth Pfleiderer

    Little has been published of his life and works. To quote his words "My writing are my life." Know the man, then no one will mistake his work for that of another ! The key to the understanding of his writings can be found in the manner he worked. "The Face on The Bar Room Floor" is an American scene and the fifth canto of "An Ideal Soul" in seven cantos. John Henry Titus, the author SPENT sixty years perfecting this poem. Its dawning followed the followed the civil war, in the late '60s, when inspiration and eloquence came fourth. TEMPERANCE was championed by eloquent speakers, and ABOLITION intensified by great writers, such as Harriet Beecher Stowe. Burning zeal glowed in fine expression borne on the spirit of the time...temperance, the fervor fever, was apparent in all things, no less in this poem. The young poet, Titus recognized the denizens of temperance, in the guise of righteousness: he saw and felt the hypocrisy of temperance.
    Jefferson, Ohio, his birthplace was a small town but its atmosphere was far from local. It was the home of many men, eminent, in state and national affairs; as Benjamin F. Wade, Vice President following Lincoln's administration; Congressman Giddings; A. B. Lampson, reader, House of Representatives, in Washington, for seventeen years; and the famous William D. Howells, with whom the poet's father, William K. Titus was associated for forty-five years in varied capacities--- furbishing of writings and publication of the "Sentinel" a Jefferson paper, owned by the Howells, in which the first printing of "the Face On The Bar Room Floor" appeared.
    William K. Titus, father of the poet, born at Greenwich, Conn. was a fine literary critic and his criticism of the poem was ever heeded by the son. " A poet should have written for fifty years and know that he is a poet before giving his writings to the world" said his father. This criticism has been as a restraining hand to the poet, until now, sixty years after it was begun... parodies written and translated into many languages.
    John Henry Titus, the poet was born in the "Old Pine Tavern" that his poem is immortalized. The environment of his boyhood home was ideal for a gifted youth. "That the meal hour was the best hour of the day" was an oft repeated saying of the mother: at the family table and home fireside he became familiar with the best literature; listening to discussions and conversations led by the father.
    The early associations of the father, in the east, were those high in letters and affairs and they were vividly imprinted on the sons mind. they included experiences he had with Washington Irving and Edger Allen Poe, the famous American authors, with whom he had taken holiday excursions, on the Hudson, in and about Sleepy Hollow. The first hand knowledge gleaned from early friendships passed on to the son---methods of creating and writing used by those famous writers. It was an intimate introduction to the writings of Titus and helped to stamp them, with the mark of high quality, and lofty ideals. The poem "The Awkward Boy" written by Titus at the age of twelve was published in the McGuffey Readers. The father told him interesting tales and legends, known in the east: of which he had enjoyed with Poe and Irving. These nuggets impressed the mind of the youth, as a chapter or a poem... the genius of his perception could see the golden train of thought. The original " Black Dove Legend" known to Poe, that influenced the writing of "The Raven" also influenced Titus in the writing of " The Face on The Bar Room floor."
    While as a youth he became an apprentice to the tannery trade in Jefferson. Here his first strong work began to eke out... in patches and bunches, written on bits of bark and leather. During his day's work messengers ( of thought ) hovered impressing inspirationally his mind with conditions of life that were conducive to moods, during the inception of his poem... moods that showed the soulful side of the youthful poet, that will never die! The web structure of his entire life and work were woven at this time:
                                       
                                                                   And in the sunset of life the poet tells
                                                                   For future youth the thought:
                                                                   Of worth in the tan unto making of fame,
                                                                   And where... father was taught.
   
    The vivid picture as drawn, in later years, by Titus, as he tells of the unfoldment of the poem, is evidence of his undeniable genius. In a state of unrest and frenzy, he worked, ever and anon! unmindful of return. To quote his own words, "I didn't and could not sleep, it stuck to me so.
    Walt Whitman was credited with having worked in the fields and forests, when he thrashed out his poem."Leaves of Grass"-- the dream of a great man which was also those of the people of the earth. Just so, Titus worked in the tannery with the hides, shaping "The face on The Bar Room Floor"... dreamed for the people a message on temperance reform. His power of moral discernment shines when compared to the immoral hypocrisy around him.
    The "clan" or political bunch, who labeled all outside of their inner circle; the beautiful truth that beamed in the lives of creatures, as Bob the artist, and Madgelene his sweetheart, seemed as romance, and nuggets he recognized at the inn ( The Tavern ).
    Legends handed down by the father (as that of Poe) had rooted deep into his nature. He, the boy poet, developed them in the tannery, as a photographer does his negatives, in a dark room. The entire poem was oralized, as he worked alone--- his spare time and working hours spent in happy musings. There are persons still living who recall the inspired tanner poet, oralizing and jotting down the nucleus of " The Face on The Bar Room floor" on bits of bark and leather. The townspeople recognized his genius, and often referred to the bits of writing on the leather, as "His Writings."
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Under vernal-elms old,
                                                                   the village tanner tans;
                                                                   As boys run at play anon
                                                                   or mark in picture-plans.
                                                                   So in life-idea as aye,
                                                                   ye village-tanner scans,
                                                                   As boys hie at play anon,
                                                                   or mark in picture-plans.

    Boys of favored circumstances, at play, often listened at the open windows, of the tannery, to his expressions and shaping of thought, into expressions; but were careful not to disturb his muses and moods... quietly unnoticed they would slip away remarking, sadly; "To bad John cannot have a chance." The truth was, that he was having his chance and making the most of it. "To organize a sentiment is a great task," he has said.
    His heights and flights, of expressions were strengthened by sensitiveness, to local conditions... a local option town, in the early '70s, a liquor traffic, and its hypocrisy, as practiced by the "godly lot" of the town, who had demijohns. He also remembered, finding empty whisky bottles hidden away, in the court house wood-pile--- as a youth he had often replenished the wood box, for the judges, lawyers and officials. Then, too, his father, a temperate man had been labeled by "the godly lot" because of an occasional drink. He was neither intemperate, nor a hypocrite--- the young poet resented the injustice to a great soul, his father; his soul had suffered from these insinuations. These conditions served as a background to his moods during inception, perception and conception of the poem.
    "The Face on The Bar Room Floor" contains a message of moral, clothed in beautiful romance of fact and legend, covering a period of more than 600 years. Artist Bob and Madgelene, his sweetheart and ideal soul, were in reality identified with the legend, which had its origin in an Alpine royal family mystery. The "Ole Pine Tavern" at Jefferson, Ohio was a Famous way-side inn, in the early stage days: "Astir the pine in somber lay.".... the pine was a favorite stopping place for the travelers.
    The Tavern room where the scene occurred was frequented by judges, juryman, lawyers, men of quality and those of national prominence. Above was a room ( ball-room ) used for court sessions during a period of rebuilding the court house:      

                                                                   "that 'oversaw' Joes bar room
                                                                   as court on the square;"

    The term bar room used by Titus, does not refer to an ordinary saloon bar room, but to a tavern registry room, where guests of the tavern on arriving, by stage were received and registered. Beneath the desk was kept a supply of " whiskey, rum or gin " according to Federal Law requirements... guests could receive a certain quantity on arrival.
    It was necessary to keep the " whiskey score " : " fetch the char you mark the whiskey score "--- plagiarists and parody writers, in the versions wrote: " Bring the chalk you mark the baseball score score. " A baseball score had not yet come into existence. Those claiming authorship of the poem knew little of the place, and customs existing, at the time the poem was written.
    In like manner, the phrase, " Ten Nights in A Bar Room " was grossly misinterpreted. Titus told of Ten Knights ( Ten Nights ) meeting in upper room of the Tavern with demijohns, to settle difficult violation cases... difficult and hard cases which took ten consecutive nights, and until morning to complete. They were members of a fraternal order ( Knights of Templars ) and a part of the " godly lot ." Artist Bob, on the memorable night, of his returning to the tavern was recognized by a member of the secret order ( Knights of Templar ) hence, as given in poem:

                                                      " As barinage the mystcreant took in static
                                                       grace intact, as one of place;
                                                       and doting low as embers fall---- nods
                                                       inturn as secret call."

   The vagabond, known in earlier days in the town, as artist Bob, was known in the east before coming to Jefferson, by the poets father. artist Bob had won fame as an artist... had conceived the well known picture " The volunteer Choir. " he was present at the first funeral at " The Little Church around The corner " on twenty-ninth street, New York City, for the stage folks, when the volunteer choir supplied the music. This incident in the life of artist Bob, was told to the poet, by his father, as legend.
    That the soul of the young poet, or singer was craving for a larger life of greater expression can be recognized throughout the poem, and his susceptibility to the spirit of the age and local conditions, discerned... nothing was too local to have the ear marks of deduction, and the consciousness of the existence of an evil, that could become universal, is conspicuous throughout.
    He was gifted with a scholarly touch and an easy command of rhyme and rhythm: it must sound correctly to he ear... the euphony of tones, their shades and shapes is that of a poet of the highest rank; choice and use of words show the realm in which he dwelt: although he has said " My poems are the soliloquy of my soul--- technique gives way to divine passion."
    His art of poetry writing was applied in disputation of intemperance--- which resembles that of today. John Henry Titus was truly the discoverer of the immoral phases, existing in a liquor traffic, in the name of temperance. His fame today rests upon this poem, undoubtedly a masterpiece. The scene in The Pine Tavern, in the late '6os and the conditions of life--- a pious-role played by a "godly lot"... social conditions, good and evil, which underlined a distinctive period of our history.
    Who, that has read it, has ever forgotten it? It has truly niched itself into the world's utterances... its charm and moral purity charms the heart.
    However, one contribution does not make a poet. Titus has been wise and true, in aim of soul, and obedient to an inner voice, for sixty years. Having no set rules of diction, creed; religion, cult, isms or schisms. he has lived in the world and his poems carry the essence of great truths. The poem, " They Had no Poet and so They Died " is destined to fill a niche and need. Quoting from poem:

                                                       " In the dim waste lands of the Orient stands
                                                             The wreck of a race so old and vast
                                                          That the great legend cannot lay hands
                                                             On a single fact of its tongueless past; "

This poem is a complete resume of his world travels.

    The opportunity came to him for world travel--- opened the way to live his life into his poems. A large leather concern commissioned him to look after their varied interests, in all parts of the globe, he being versatile with all angles of the leather industry. At different times, he traveled in all parts of the globe, while thus engaged... friendships were made that influenced the production of his finest poems.
    He has embodied his friendship with Edgar Bushnell, the famous actor, in the poem, " The Three Great Lessons of Life: Love, Pain and Hate. " Bushnell played with Sir Henry Irving on his famed tour to America, in 1903, at The Manhattan theatre, New York City.
    The meeting of Bushnell and learning of his domestic disappointment gave impetus to the birth of " Love, Pain and Hate "... in reality a mask for his own domestic unhappiness.
    Bushnell had married an actress, the daughter of Dean Hurd of Oxford University, England. His married life had been stormy and the parting scene, on leaving for America, between he and his wife was deeply strained and affected him: at which he turned to her and gave his feelings from the depths of his soul. This scene he reenacted when he called on Titus in New York. " The same old Story of Life," said Titus. Bushnell asked his meaning, Love, Pain and Hate was the reply. from this social hour, Titus gleaned the situation, and later, on his return handed to Bushnell the poem. " Love, Pain and Hate." The conflict of feelings that raged within his bosom throughout this painful parting scene, and after, are touchingly depicted in the lines written, and which though not mentioned, as addressed to her by name, were evidently for the heart of his loved one.

                                                         You taught me the first great lesson of life,
                                                             The terrible lesson of love;
                                                         You came into my world of struggle and strife,
                                                             As an angel of light from above.
                                                         And you taught me the faith I never had known,            
                                                             Brought me sunshine as radiant dove;
                                                         You taught me to trust you and call you my own;
                                                             You taught me the lesson of love.

                                                         You taught me the second great lesson of life,
                                                             The terrible lesson of pain;
                                                         You mocked at my anguish and soul-strife,
                                                             And my cry for your love in vain.
                                                         You came into my life step by step,
                                                             And caused me to weep as the rain;
                                                         You broke your word,---and feigning, you wept,
                                                             You taught me the lesson of pain.

                                                         Oh! the third great lesson you must not teach,
                                                             The terrible lesson of hate;
                                                         I'll go while I love, repent! I beseech---
                                                             I'll go, love. ere the hour's too late;
                                                         Lest life's scars come, which time can't efface,
                                                             Ere steps I might take be our fate,
                                                         I leave,---but my love will enshadow your face;
                                                             I go ere my love turns to hate.

    Unknown to Titus, he mailed the poem to his wife at Liverpool, England, and within a few weeks, Bushnell made another call...he flourished a letter, on which was a Liverpool postmark, saying, read that! The poem had had the desired effect, and Bushnell was sailing at once for England, having already resigned his engagement at the Theatre. Titus read the letter and incidently the poem " Her Lament "---between the lines was her anguish and lament. A year later Titus visited Bushnell, in his beautiful home at Liverpool, England, and for the first time met his wife. After dinner in the trellis of the arbor, in rustic chairs, Bushnell ( smoking a pipe ) refers again to his domestic life and pours out a soliloquy of his soul, in a strain of perpetrated feeling, instead of a soul's reconciliation. The recital was as if it were an outpouring of the constant feeling of a martyr... the third poem was then written " Truth and Error " ( or reconciliation ). The close intimacy of two strong characters, the actor and poet drew out the material for the companion poems; that show how clearly he could feel and relate the emotions of a romance.
    Throughout the years an enduring friendship existed between John Henry Titus and Elbert Hubbard, II. The following statement's taken from a letter dated, May 27th, 1915, and addressed to John Henry Titus. The letter was written after the sinking of the Lusitania, on which Elbert Hubbard and his wife Alice lost their lives: " I can only thank you with all my heart for your kind words of sympathy and cheer. They give me much comfort. Their spirits live and go gloriously down the corridors of time. With strength and courage I bear it all. You have helped me much. Signed Elbert Hubbard, II. In a letter dated October 4th, 1912, from Elbert Hubbard to Titus are the following words: " I must thank you for your good letter of the 1st. Your spelling is a bit original, but then, we must not expect conformity in a genius. My idea is that anyone who can write as good poetry as you should keep right at it." The 3 'Hs, which were used and referred to innumerable times, in the writings of Hubbard were taken from a poem by Titus: Head, Heart and Hand. Hubbard, after many reprints made a public statement, in his chapel---"that from that time on it would always appear in Quotes, thereby giving due credit to its author, John Henry Titus." The poem was written after a delightful visit to the Roycroft Shops, at East Aurora... while alone and reflecting on the beautiful work of Hubbard and his wife, Alice---comparing it with his earlier life, in the Larkin Soap Industry. The beauty and greatness of the Roycroft Shop was seen and felt through the eyes and soul of a poet...he saw the unison of "Head, Heart and Hand." The 3 'Hs were carved on the private door of Hubbard's office.
    At one time Hubbard was the guest speaker, at a banquet, at Boston, Mass. attended by the presidents of ten railroads. Mr. Daniels, Pres. of the New York Central Railroad saw such elegance and beauty in the words of the poem as given by Hubbard that he suggested use of them---to be used in marble, for the New York Terminal, where they are today---Head, Heart and Hand in marble.
    Hubbards interest and admiration for " The Spartan Warrior " and " The Litany " poems of Titus brought them to the attention of the same group of men. Hubbard's comment on the poem, " The Spartan Warrior " was, " It has more Spartan in it than have found in ten volumes of Grecian history." " Neither snow nor rain, nor heat nor gloom of night, stays these couriers ( corridors in the original ) from their appointed rounds " the inscription on the General Post Office, New York City, taken from " The Litany " and suggested by Elbert Hubbard.
    His travels in all the world, in different lands, under many conditions brought forth deductions, from his culture, that was broad and general; not that of a bookworm or student, but of a receptive and communicative mind. " They Had no Poet and so They Died " gives angles of his deductions, of the past, present and a prophetic message; he could see in the works of Socrates, Plato, Demosthenes, Diogenes and Aristotle, at Athens, that their souls pulsated to other men and their lives. In Carthage, Troy, Egypt, Japan, in the dim waste lands of the Orient, and regions of the dark Congo...all goes unrecorded and for nought: the Land of Tropics and our own sun crowned West, yes! even here as the earth waxed old, a race Titanic did once abide, their story too was left untold, as he observed, hence:
                                                   They had no poet and so they died.
Nothing has ever changed or obscured his deep sincerity and natural poetic expressions...thus, he has been a kind bard or singer of beautiful verses throughout a long period of years---giving poetry of grace and originality, and earned the title of a delightful evening with him and undergone the charm of his poetry. The essence of Titus writings might be defined thus: the romance is genuine, sentiment pure and heart-felt, with soulful heroism. The commonplace things of life reflect the worth of character and high ideals; yet, no tendency toward any creed, cult or schism. This is beautifully illustrated in his poem " Le Titusian." It answers the question of immortality for those of any creed.

                                                         The wick pales..
                                                         Curls; bends---
                                                         "Tis nearer dawn,
                                                         Its beam I see.
                                                         I wake; I rouse;
                                                         I yawn; I live:
                                                         I am; "Tis I:
                                                         Close not the
                                                         door; "tis I!
                                                         be not afraid.
                                                         So be my bourn
                                                         as dawn.. alway:
                                                         True nobleness.
                                                         Honorable man,
                                                         citadel of God.

    While his poems were not written in the beginning with thought of publication, they soon found a way into all parts of the world. " The face on The Bar Room Floor " has a firm hold on the hearts of all English-speaking people, and brought fame. He has always written and given to the world utterances, unmindful of return. Incidents that agree in the progression of the poem " The Face on The Bar Room Floor " from the concept, to its completion have made the poem immortal. It could not have been written at another place or time. The descriptions of the Old Pine Tavern, a local option town, in the early '70s, the tavern bar room ( not a saloon in New York ), Artist Bob and Madgelene, can easily be identified; his descriptions are so accurate. He had the gift of preserving local characters, in the vernacular; preserving them in oral expression, for all ages and, in such a way, that they will never be merged into oblivion. It resolves itself into folk-lore and so it will ever be.
    He wrote around a local problem " temperance " and the control and regulation of liquor traffic, a problem that has become national in importance. The " godly lot " a term that serves well today, he used in irony, not in the absolute. The godly lot we still have playing pious-roles with demijohns, and engaged in a nefarious liquor traffic.
    This biographical sketch is given to the world, the world is entitled to it, that no injustice be done anyone, that the inner urge of his age---the ways of it, be known, and leave the author, unlabeled from any sophistry or creed.
    John Henry Titus, the author, now 80 and over is giving his famous poem to the world. It will be followed by many unpublished gems, destined to become a part of the world's utterances.
    Winfred P. Welden, President of the Anti-Cigarette League of America has started for publication, " that the poem The Face on The Bar Room Floor belongs with the literature of temperance reform as inevitable as 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' belongs to the literature of abolition."
   
   
   

   

            

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Burial: 1947, Greenwood Cemetary, Brooklyn, New York