Subject: Lyr Add: THE MOUNTAIN WHIPPOORWILL (S V Benet) From: Bee-dubya-ell Date: 15 Jan 03 - 01:08 AM My all-time favorite. John McEuen of Nitty Gritty Dirt Band has been doing it for years as a recital with banjo accompaniment. (I copied this transcription from this site. I'm not sure they have all the words exactly right, but I'm not making any changes and I'm too tired to look for any other versions.) THE MOUNTAIN WHIPPOORWILL (Or, How Hill-Billy Jim Won the Great Fiddlers' Prize) By Stephen Vincent Benet Up in the mountains, it's lonesome all the time, (Sof' win' slewin' thu' the sweet-potato vine.) Up in the mountains, it's lonesome for a child, (Whippoorwills a-callin' when the sap runs wild.) Up in the mountains, mountains in the fog, Everythin's as lazy as an old houn' dog. Born in the mountains, never raised a pet, Don't want nuthin' an' never got it yet. Born in the mountains, lonesome-born, Raised runnin' ragged thu' the cockleburrs and corn. Never knew my pappy, mebbe never should. Think he was a fiddle made of mountain laurel-wood. Never had a mammy to teach me pretty-please. Think she was a whippoorwill, a-skittin' thu' the trees. Never had a brother ner a whole pair of pants, But when I start to fiddle, why, yuh got to start to dance! Listen to my fiddle -- Kingdom Come -- Kingdom Come! Hear the frogs a-chunkin' "Jug o' rum, Jug o' rum!" Hear that mountain whippoorwill be lonesome in the air, An' I'll tell yuh how I travelled to the Essex County Fair. Essex County has a mighty pretty fair, All the smarty fiddlers from the South come there. Elbows flyin' as they rosin up the bow For the First Prize Contest in the Georgia Fiddlers' Show. Old Dan Wheeling, with his whiskers in his ears, King-pin fiddler for nearly twenty years. Big Tom Sergeant, with his blue wall-eye, An' Little Jimmy Weezer that can make a fiddle cry. All sittin' roun', spittin' high an' struttin' proud, (Listen, little whippoorwill, yuh better bug yore eyes!) Tun-a-tun-a-tunin' while the jedges told the crowd Them that got the mostest claps'd win the bestest prize. Everybody waitin' for the first tweedle-dee, When in comes a-stumblin' -- hill-billy me! Bowed right pretty to the jedges an' the rest, Took a silver dollar from a hole inside my vest, Plunked it on the table an' said, "There's my callin' card! An' anyone that licks me -- well, he's got to fiddle hard!" Old Dan Wheeling, he was laughin' fit to holler, Little Jimmy Weezer said, "There's one dead dollar!" Big Tom Sergeant had a yaller-toothy grin, But I tucked my little whippoorwill spang underneath my chin, An' petted it an' tuned it till the jedges said, "Begin!" Big Tom Sargent was the first in line; He could fiddle all the bugs off a sweet-potato vine. He could fiddle down a possum from a mile-high tree, He could fiddle up a whale from the bottom of the sea. Yuh could hear hands spankin' till they spanked each other raw, When he finished variations on "Turkey in the Straw." Little Jimmy Weezer was the next to play; He could fiddle all night, he could fiddle all day. He could fiddle chills, he could fiddle fever, He could make a fiddle rustle like a lowland river. He could make a fiddle croon like a lovin' woman. An' they clapped like thunder when he'd finished strummin'. Then came the ruck of the bob-tailed fiddlers, The let's-go-easies, the fair-to-middlers. They got their claps an' they lost their bicker, An' they all settled back for some more corn-licker. An' the crowd was tired of their no-count squealing, When out in the center steps Old Dan Wheeling. He fiddled high and he fiddled low, (Listen, little whippoorwill, yuh got to spread yore wings!) He fiddled and fiddled with a cherrywood bow, (Old Dan Wheeling's got bee-honey in his strings). He fiddled a wind by the lonesome moon, He fiddled a most almighty tune. He started fiddling like a ghost. He ended fiddling like a host. He fiddled north an' he fiddled south, He fiddled the heart right out of yore mouth. He fiddled here an' he fiddled there. He fiddled salvation everywhere. When he was finished, the crowd cut loose, (Whippoorwill, they's rain on yore breast.) An' I sat there wonderin' "What's the use?" (Whippoorwill, fly home to yore nest.) But I stood up pert an' I took my bow, An' my fiddle went to my shoulder, so. An' -- they wasn't no crowd to get me fazed -- But I was alone where I was raised. Up in the mountains, so still it makes yuh skeered. Where God lies sleepin' in his big white beard. An' I heard the sound of the squirrel in the pine, An' I heard the earth a-breathin' thu' the long night-time. They've fiddled the rose, and they've fiddled the thorn, But they haven't fiddled the mountain-corn. They've fiddled sinful an' fiddled moral, But they haven't fiddled the breshwood-laurel. They've fiddled loud, and they've fiddled still, But they haven't fiddled the whippoorwill. I started off with a dump-diddle-dump, (Oh, hell's broke loose in Georgia!) Skunk-cabbage growin' by the bee-gum stump. (Whippoorwill, yo're singin' now!) My mother was a whippoorwill pert, My father, he was lazy, But I'm hell broke loose in a new store shirt To fiddle all Georgia crazy. Swing yore partners -- up an' down the middle! Sashay now -- oh, listen to that fiddle! Flapjacks flippin' on a red-hot griddle, An' hell's broke loose, Hell's broke loose, Fire on the mountains -- snakes in the grass. Satan's here a-bilin' -- oh, Lordy, let him pass! Go down Moses, set my people free; Pop goes the weasel thu' the old Red Sea! Jonah sittin' on a hickory-bough, Up jumps a whale -- an' where's yore prophet now? Rabbit in the pea-patch, possum in the pot, Try an' stop my fiddle, now my fiddle's gettin' hot! Whippoorwill, singin' thu' the mountain hush, Whippoorwill, shoutin' from the burnin' bush, Whippoorwill, cryin' in the stable-door, Sing tonight as yuh never sang before! Hell's broke loose like a stompin' mountain-shoat, Sing till yuh bust the gold in yore throat! Hell's broke loose for forty miles aroun' Bound to stop yore music if yuh don['t sing it down. Sing on the mountains, little whippoorwill, Sing to the valleys, an' slap 'em with a hill, For I'm struttin' high as an eagle's quill, An' hell's broke loose, Hell's broke loose, Hell's broke loose in Georgia! They wasn't a sound when I stopped bowin', (Whippoorwill, yuh can sing no more.) But, somewhere or other, the dawn was growin', (Oh, mountain whippoorwill!) An' I thought, "I've fiddled all night an' lost, Yo're a good hill-billy, but yuh've been bossed." So I went to congratulate old man Dan, -- But he put his fiddle into my han' -- An' then the noise of the crowd began! |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Teribus Date: 15 Jan 03 - 07:01 AM I am surprised that there has only been the briefest of mentions for Banjo Paterson and no mention at all of Henry Lawson - both are equals of anything written by either Service or Kipling. Man from Snowy River Pardon the son of Reprieve Rio Grande The Saltbush Bill Stories Droving Days The Story of Old Mongrel Grey Final Parade The Boss of the Admiral Lynch Father Murphy's Horse The Bushman's Tale All of them absolutely terrific stories |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: JennyO Date: 15 Jan 03 - 07:46 AM Teribus, I did mention some of the more contemporary Australian poets a few posts back, but I actually did not mention Lawson or Patterson, which is kinda strange, because in many of the poets' breakfasts and competitions they are very prominent, and we have many fine reciters of their works. There are also a fair few parodies of these around as well, so maybe we have lost some of our appreciation of them. As it happens, yesterday I mentioned Lawson's story of The Loaded Dog in the thread about unusual pub names, as there is a pub of that name on the way to Braidwood, as well as the Loaded Dog Folk Club at Annandale in Sydney. As a matter of fact, I can trace my love of bush poetry to my 6th grade teacher, Mr Walker, who used to recite Lawson and Patterson to us all the time. He also told some of the stories. I particularly remember the story of The Loaded Dog because we dramatised it and put it on as a play for the school. There was this boy I had a crush on and he played Dave Regan, owner of the dog. Even when I read it now I can remember how it sounded at the end "'Ello, Da-a-ave.'Ow's the fishin' gettin' on Da-a-ave? Ah, those were the days........... Jenny |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Naemanson Date: 15 Jan 03 - 08:09 AM Bee-dubya-ell, haven't I heard The Mountain Whippoorwill as a song? And I'm guessing that Marshall Tucker's Devil Went Down To Georgia is based on this poem as well. I'd never have guessed it was Stephen Vincent Benet! Great post! |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Bee-dubya-ell Date: 15 Jan 03 - 09:37 AM Naemanson - "The Mountain Whipoorwill" is (or at least used to be) done by John McEuen of The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. He doesn't really do it as a song. He accompanies himself on banjo while reciting it, but applies no melody to the words. Yes, John McEuen claims that "Mountain Whipoorwill" was Charlie Daniels' inspiration for "The Devil Went Down to Georgia". He says that he played "Mountain Whipoorwill" for Charlie, Charlie loved it, and a few months later "Devil" came out. Don't know if Charlie has ever acknowledged the source. There are at least a couple of old threads about "Mountain Whipoorwill", but something's got the 'Cat's search utilities sort of haywire and I couldn't find them. Another recitation with banjo accompaniment is "Automobile Trip Through Alabama" as done by the New Lost City Ramblers. Joe Offer very kindly transcribed the words in THIS THREAD just a couple of days ago. BTW the gasoline brand mentioned in the piece is "Woco Pep". Joe was having a bit of a hard time with the name. Bruce |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Naemanson Date: 15 Jan 03 - 03:36 PM OOPS! Marshall Tucker does not equal Charlie Daniels. Thanks for being so polite Bee-dubya-ell. And thanks for the info on the song. |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: John MacKenzie Date: 15 Jan 03 - 04:25 PM I have an old and very scratchy EP [remember them?]of a guy called Ron Haddrick reciting bush ballads. The ones I remember are, The Ballad of the Drover, The Man from Snowy River,and Said Hanrahan. No date on the disc, but it was issued by EMI Australia, and from the blurb, I think it must have been accompanying a book called The Australian Classics. This was issued by The Discovery Press Pty Ltd. Giok |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: GUEST,winterbright Date: 16 Jan 03 - 10:17 AM Jeez... I never realized there were so many of us! (reciters) Are there enough of us to pull together a mid-winter evening of this sort of thing -either for public or just our own consumption? I'm in the midcoast (Bath-Brunswick, Maine, 25 m. north of Portland) area and can probably get a night at the UU church or one of the libraries near here. Note: I don't always get online here at the mudcat as often as a lot of you guys, so you can email me direct if you're interested: my mudcat handle can be found @hotmail.com. |
Subject: Lyr Add: TOM TWIST From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 17 Jan 03 - 07:25 PM As rapidly as the WWW has developed it is rare to find an opportunity to post VIRGIN material from a previously published source. Google don't have this piece… nor does Grange's Index to Poetry…nor any other immediately available source. Therefore, an incantation has resurrected the spirits of my Uncle and Grandfather and my 4th Grade Teacher…..to bring you...
FOURTH READER
CONTAINING
A PRACTICAL TREATISE ON ELOCUTION, ILLUSTRATED
By J. MADISON WATSON,
A. S. B A R N E S & C O M P A N Y copyright 1868, 1876, 1890
page 243, IV, 96.
TOM TWIST was a wonderful fellow,
No wrestling, or leaping, or running,
Tom Twist liked the life of a sailor,
He could scamper all through the rigging,
The vessel went down in a tempest,
So they put him into a boy-coop-
The tree was the nest of a condor,
The condor flew home in the evening,
The condor tried plunging and pitching,
He landed all right, and feet foremost,
The Tom had to play the Celestial He sailed for his dear home and harbor.
Her nightcap flew off in amazement,
"That thing I will do, dearest mother."
Thence, across the patch of potatoes
Sincerely, |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Deckman Date: 17 Jan 03 - 07:46 PM Thank you Gargoyle ... quite wonderful! Bob |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Deckman Date: 18 Jan 03 - 07:54 PM |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Deckman Date: 18 Jan 03 - 08:03 PM I refreshed this thread, just as it was about to drop off into oblivian, as I just found something in my archives that amazes me. I've been going through a 50 some year collection of stuff, and I came across something I never knew I had. It is in tatters. It's printed on very old, and failing newsprint. It's a newspaper sized publication titled: " Two Hundred Populiar Recitations ... Stories and Songs." It cost 25 cents. I only have half of the cover sheet, so I can't find a date or city of origan. Looking at the material published, and the ads, I'm guessing it would be Chicago or New York, 1890 -1910. Over the next several days, I will be able to carefully unfold it and list the collection of recitations it holds. I will post this, and if someone wants one, I will post it for you. This is a fragile treasure. CHEERS, Bob |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Deckman Date: 18 Jan 03 - 08:10 PM To help anyone trying to date this piece, I just found an ad in this publication for "The Hoboe News" cost 10 cents, with a New York address. |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Cluin Date: 19 Jan 03 - 11:49 AM So he honored her offer And all evening long He was on her and off her. |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: GUEST Date: 19 Jan 03 - 01:02 PM Have a look at this one and try your best north east (UK) accent. Brad. |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Deckman Date: 19 Jan 03 - 07:49 PM This will be a long post. I've studied my copy of this "200 recitations." I'm going to post some of the more obscure and interesting titles, with the occasional author as listed. There are many well known poets listed, such as Robert Service, Rudyard Kipling,Longfellow, Poe. I will not list these poems as I know they are very available. Reading it complety, I suspect that this was published in new York City, during the depression years. There are some amazing ads, including one for "Sex Secrets." SHEEUH, I thought that was a modern invention! Here's the list of some of the more obscure poems, etc.: (note, I have tried to copy the spelling accuratly) Grifters Under The Skin; Heaven Will Pertect he Workin' Girl; I Have A Rendezvous With Death, by Allen Seeger; Prosperity; The Suicide; Piper of Folly; Women and Matches; Two Sinners, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox; The Hoboes Convention, by George Liebst; How Did You Die, by Edmund Vance Cooke; Pirates; The Philosophy Of A Hoboe, by Dan O'Brien; The Child Prayer, by Dan O'Brien; Asleep At The switch; The Panhandle, by Berton Braley; Beautiful Snow, by James William Watson; The Ace In The Hole, by Al Wilson; The Phantom Dray, by Charles Blue; A Hop Fiends Dream; Bulldozed; The Kid's Last Fight Fight, by Aaron Hoffman; Empties Comming Back; Ridin' On The Rods, by A. Leslie; Life Is But A Game OF Cards; Sister Of The Cross Of Shame; Railroad Jack; Lonesome Joe, by Casey Davis; The Bo From Zanziba; The Tramp, by C.B. Clark; Song Of The Shirt, by Thomas Hood; The Gila Monster Route, by Post and Norton; Somebody's Mother; Arizons, by Charles Brown; The Road, by Ben (hobo) Benson; The Hermit Of Shark Tooth Shoal; The Hell Bound Train; Whisperin' Bill; Hobo Bill's Last Ride. If any of you died in the wool reciters would like one of these poems, just PM me. CHEERS, Bob(deckman)Nelson |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 19 Jan 03 - 10:01 PM That is a wonderful list Deckman - I think a couple are in the DT -i.e. Hobo Bill's Last Ride http://www.mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=11491
One not mentioned in this immediate thread but one of my favorites is "Face on the Bar-room Floor" it was posted by Joe Offer - http://www.mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=13736#115426
Sincerely, |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Ebbie Date: 20 Jan 03 - 01:38 AM A friend of mine, Gargoyle, does The Face, etc, and very well too, which is interesting because he is a shy, diffident man. Somehow he takes on a different persona when he does the piece. |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: bradfordian Date: 20 Jan 03 - 03:57 PM Here's a web site for Bernard Wrigley, a UK performer of monologues. Some great stuff on CD from the "Bolton Bullfrog" Brad |
Subject: Lyr Add: HOW GILBERT DIED (A. B. "Banjo" Paterson) From: GUEST,Arkie Date: 20 Jan 03 - 05:18 PM Have certainly enjoyed this thread. Glad to see some attention to this wonderful but somewhat obscure art. As was pointed out much earlier in the thread recitations are a prominent part of the cowboy poetry gatherings and something one can enjoy for the entertainment factor even is western lore is of little interest. I think I posted this on Mudcat once before but it is appropriate here.
HOW GILBERT DIED
There's never a stone at the sleeper's head, |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Deckman Date: 20 Jan 03 - 05:30 PM Oh M'GAWD! COWBOY POETRY! Sheeuh! Here goes another 200 posts. (Nelson, you idiot. What have you started?) says Bob, hanging his head!). Actually, Baxtor Black alone is worth 200 posts. CHEERS, Bob |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: JennyO Date: 20 Jan 03 - 10:39 PM Australian poetry of this type, such as the poetry of Patterson and Lawson, is not cowboy poetry, it is called Bush Poetry. We have stockmen, farmers, shearers, squatters, swaggies etc - but no cowboys! Jenny |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Deckman Date: 20 Jan 03 - 10:53 PM Hi JennieO ... I knew that I'm a big lover of Banjo Patterson and Henry Lawson. Bob |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: GUEST Date: 20 Jan 03 - 11:53 PM JennyO - You plunk "Australian Cowboy" into Google and you will find 61,000 versions from poetry, to rodeo riders, from Stetsons to stock-shows. Me thinks the lady protesteth too much. |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Arkie Date: 21 Jan 03 - 12:08 AM I had no intention of implying that How Gilbert Died was considered cowboy poetry, just happened to mention both. But that aside, there is an interest in Australian poetry and song among many of the folk and performers who are found at western poetry gatherings and one is likely to hear a bit of bush poetry and songs. |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Deckman Date: 21 Jan 03 - 01:17 AM It's a BIG wide wonderful world! And the more I learn, I learn just how much I don't know, and the more things seem to change, the more they repeat themselves. Why I say this is because I was just remembering something a friend told me 15 years ago. He's a wrangler from Idaho (USA) that moved to Australia some 20 years ago. He said that he felt instantly at home there, what with the songs and the story telling (to say nothing of the beer and the girls). Another friend, a lady, told me of the cowboys she encountered on the Patagonia, in Argentina. Very similiar life styles, adventures, romances, songs and tales. As I said, it's a BIG wide wonderful world! CHEERS, Bob |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: JennyO Date: 21 Jan 03 - 02:25 AM I just had a look at some of those websites, and I don't think the people who call it cowboy poetry are Australian. Maybe some of the rodeo riders call themselves cowboys, because they associate themselves with the American rodeo scene, but as far as I know, they don't write poetry. Correct me if I'm wrong. I know a lot of bush poets and they aren't cowboys. more likely these days that they live in the city or at least a country town, and just love that style of poetry, and are trying to keep the genre alive. In fact many of them write about urban subjects in the bush poetry style. One who calls himself 'Blue the Shearer' is a good example. His real name is Col Wilson and he is an ex public servant. He writes about such things as the problems of using a chainsaw, or backing a trailer, or negotiating roundabouts, as well as the more usual bush-type subjects, and always in a humorous vein. As for the more traditional ones, many were written about life in the bush and the outback, and there certainly are parallels between that and the American experience. However the men who rode horses and rounded up the cattle called themselves stockmen, not cowboys. It's only a difference in terminology that I am talking about. Not all that important really. |
Subject: Lyr Add: BRONCO TWISTER'S PRAYER (Bruce Kiskaddon) From: GUEST,Arkie Date: 21 Jan 03 - 01:31 PM There are many authentic cowboys doing poetry as well as part time cowboys and others from different walks of life who have an affinity for the cowboy subject matter which is about as varied as other forms of poetry. One poem that has wide circulation was written, I think by Waddie Mitchell, but is done by scads of reciters is "The Bra" which describes a cowboy's shopping trip into town with instructions from his wife to purchase this particular undergarment. I have it on a tape which has escaped from its place on the shelf and has eluded capture for close to six months. The poem I am posting is from one of the authentic cowboys who, I was told by someone, did not begin to write until he was no longer a working wrangler.
THE BRONCO TWISTER'S PRAYER
It was a little grave yard |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Ebbie Date: 21 Jan 03 - 05:43 PM Arkie, I would like to hear more of that bronco twister! Reminds me of the many mythical figures in our literature. |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: GUEST,Damsel Date: 22 Jan 03 - 06:13 PM The Queen she came to Dublin, to help her to revive. She asked the Lord ????. to take her for a drive. |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: clueless don Date: 23 Jan 03 - 11:43 AM WARNING: this is REALLY obscure! I am remembering a recitation I saw on television, in the days leading up to the Super Bowl (this is a championship game of American football - some of you may have heard of it :) ) back in the 70's. I think it must have been just before Super Bowl IX, because the recitation, by Grandpa Jones, described the events of Super Bowl VIII, involving the Miami Dolphins and Minnesota Vikings. Mr. Jones described the events from the point of view of a wide-eyed visitor not familiar with the game - for example, he referred to the Dolphins as "fish", and MAY have referred to the Vikings as "cows", or something like that. He noted that one of the "fish" had "Ca-Zonk" written on his uniform (that would have been running back Larry Csonka), and said that it was appropriate because he ca-zonked the other team (Mr. Csonka had a very good game that day, and was named most valuable player of the day.) And so forth. It was possibly inspired by the famous Andy Griffith recitation "What it was, was football." I don't know who wrote it (I suppose it might have been Grandpa Jones himself, though that is not certain), but I really loved it and would love to hear it again! |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: GUEST,Cailin Date: 23 Jan 03 - 08:19 PM Can any one assist me in a recitation called THE OLD SCHOOL CLOCK please. It starts, Fond memories rush over my mind just now of faces and friends of the past. |
Subject: Lyr Add: BALLAD OF THE HARP-WEAVER (Edna Millay) From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 26 Jan 03 - 01:10 AM Another grand soul harking from Maine and the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize for poetry. Not familiar with it...but...I heard this one recited tonight....and it is good...but a little mushy.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Son, said my mother,
There's nothing in the house
That was in the early fall.
Little skinny shoulder blades
It's lucky for me, lad,
That was in the late fall.
I couldn't go to school,
Son,"said my mother,
And, oh, but we were silly
A-rock-rock-rocking
But there was I, a great boy,
Men say the winter
A wind with a wolf's head
All that was left us
The night before Christmas
And in the deep night
I saw my mother sitting
Looking nineteen,
Her thin fingers, moving
Many bright threads,
And gold threads whistling
She wove a child's jacket,
She wove a red cloak
She wove a pair of breeches
She wove a pair of mittens,
She sang as she worked,
There sat my mother
A smile about her lips,
And piled up beside her
Sincerly, |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Deckman Date: 26 Jan 03 - 04:07 AM WHEW! Thanks |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Arkie Date: 27 Jan 03 - 12:56 AM Johnny Cash has recorded the Harp Weaver. A moving piece. |
Subject: Lyr Add: DEACON'S MASTERPIECE (Oliver W Holmes) From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 27 Jan 03 - 07:43 PM I mentioned the subject to a fellow elocutionist and he brought forth this dandy.
or The Wonderful One-Hoss Shay Copyright 1858, 1877, 1886, and 1890, by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. PREFACE . . . ."The Wonderful One-Hoss Shay" is a perfectly intelligible conception, whatever material difficulties it presents. It is conceivable that a being of an order superior to humanity should so understand the conditions of matter that he could construct a machine which should go to pieces, if not into its constituent atoms, at a given moment of the future. The mind may take a certain pleasure in this picture of the impossible. The event follows as a logical consequence of the presupposed condition of things.
There is a practical lesson to be got out of the story. Observation shows us in what point any particular mechanism is most likely to give way. In a wagon, for instance, the weak point is where the axle enters the hub or nave. When the wagon breaks down, three times out of four, I think, it is at this point that the accident occurs. The workman should see to it that this part should never give way; then find the next vulnerable place, and so on, until he arrives logically at the perfect result attained by the deacon. or The Wonderful One-hoss Shay
HAVE you heard of the wonderful one-hoss-shay, Seventeen hundred and fifty-five, Now in building of chaises, I tell you what, But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do) So the Deacon inquired of the village folk Never an axe had seen their chips, Colts grew horses, beards turned gray, Little of all we value here In fact, there's nothing that keeps its youth FIRST OF NOVEMBER,--the Earthquake-day.-- First of November, 'Fifty-five! The parson was working his Sunday's text,-- --What do you think the parson found, End of the wonderful one-hoss-shay. |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Deckman Date: 27 Jan 03 - 09:03 PM AHHHHHH! There's a phrase from the past ... elocutionist! Did you know that "elocution" was a subject taught in grammer school in earlier days in America. I am fortunate enough to have my Grand Father's, AND my Mother's elocution notebooks from their school days. What is it? ... you might ask? I'm sure there will be much better definitions posted soon, but for me, "elocution" is the art of the spoken word" envolving diction, emoting, acting, and above all, passion! CHEERS, Bob(deckman)Nelson |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: bradfordian Date: 02 Feb 03 - 06:55 PM Saw Will Noble & John Cocking tonight (Sun) & Will recited some material from the pen of KEVIN COLLIER. It is excellent humorous stuff. Here's Kevins web site http://easyweb.easynet.co.uk/goldkeep/Bards/ You can see some samples if you click on the list at the left hand side of the screen. Regards Brad. |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Compton Date: 03 Feb 03 - 10:56 AM A very quick one,once performed by Max Miller (remember him?) There was a cow from Huddersfield, But no milk would she yield. The reason that she wouldn't yield, She didn't like her 'Udders feeled ! ...there'll never be another, lady ! |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Schantieman Date: 03 Feb 03 - 12:02 PM I used to have elocution lessons when I was about 10. No idea why now, but as it involved girly things like acting I wasn't very keen. AND we did an exerpt from Tom Sawyer in American accents which is, I'm sure, not what my parents were hoping for! Steve |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: fogie Date: 03 Feb 03 - 01:03 PM Don't let this thread go down till I've had chance to read the rest tomorrow |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Deckman Date: 03 Feb 03 - 06:56 PM Hey fogie ... neat song title "Don't Let This Thread Go Down" What key is it in? CHEERS, Bob |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE MADAM STOOD IN HER PARLOR WHEN A ... From: Art Thieme Date: 03 Feb 03 - 10:38 PM I don't know where I got this---but it's in my file along with stuff I brought back from trying to drive to Alaska over thirty years ago. We lost 2 of our 4 cylinders near Whitehorse and had to turn around.------------Art Thieme ---------------------------------------------------------------------
The Madam stood in her parlor when a knock was heard at her door,
"He is fresh from the hobo jungles, dear, with a great big roll of hay,
He'll be my guest while you get dressed in your finest evening frock,
"Hello, dis place!" said Micky O'Shea, as the Madam ushered him in,
Now trot out the girls for my choosin' for my flesh is seared with the flame, Some obvious typos corrected. --JoeClone, 26-Feb-03. |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Art Thieme Date: 03 Feb 03 - 10:44 PM sorry for not proofreading before I sent it off. Art |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Deckman Date: 04 Feb 03 - 05:00 AM Hi Art! My GOSH, that's an amazing piece. I don't think I've ever seen anything it's equal. Thanks for posting it! CHEERS, Bob |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Dave Bryant Date: 04 Feb 03 - 06:07 AM I've been looking for a poem called the "Oily Rigs" by the late Bob Roberts who was the skipper of "Cambria", which was about the last sailing barge to continue trading. I started a thread and it's in the unanswered requests. It's a humourous poem about how an offshore drilling rig goes so far down that it floods Hell. I can remember the following fragments from the end of it. ....and the last of the sea goin' glug, glug, glug, Down this bloody great hole we'd made. ......and there was the face of the devil himself, Saying, "What's the bloody game ?". "You've put out all my furnaces - you'd make an angel sob, - I'll never get Hell hot again - I've lost my bleedin' job !" So we done some good with our Oily Rig 'Coz we doused Hell in a flurry So now when you die there's only Heaven So there ain't no need to worry. |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Naemanson Date: 04 Feb 03 - 02:54 PM Dave, I've seen that somewhere. I wonder where. I'll have to go check my cassettes. I might have it. |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Art Thieme Date: 04 Feb 03 - 09:29 PM Friends Of Fiddlers Green had that on an LP. Might've been from Front Hall Records (Andy Spence) Art Thieme |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Art Thieme Date: 06 Feb 03 - 09:48 PM It's Art--back again. I just found this notation in the next file from where I'd put the above posted poem. Seems it's from a book called BUNKHOSE BALLADS and it was written by Robert E. Swanson. Another notation I made was "THEY HAD NO POET --- AND THEY DIED"-----not sure why I wrote that down. Also---"As a youth of Vancouver Island's East Wellington, Bob Swanson went into the woods pulling whistle for John Coburn in 1919. He became a turn sawmill engineer, chief engineer, civil engineer and mechanical superintendant at Victoria Lumber Company in Chamainus. Since 1940 he has been inspector of railways for British Columbia---borrowed for rhe war years by the Crown in the airplane spruce program. His personal friendship with Robert W. Service may or may not have helped develop his attitude for writing verse---the fact remaining that Robert F. Swanson is noted as Canada's rhymster of the woods." Seems I picked this up somewhere called ROCKY MOUNTAIN HOUSE in B.C. As I said, it was 30 years back. Might've been near Dome Glacier----but maybe not. Art Thieme |
Subject: RE: Recitations Anyone? From: Deckman Date: 06 Feb 03 - 11:42 PM Hi Art! I've been going though a lot of old volumes also. Have you noticed, as I have, that even the dust smells good! CHEERS, Bob |
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