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Show Wasted Effort. It Is said that a California poet was badly handled by his wife because he neglected to support the family. When they asked for bread be gave them a sonnet, and when they clamored clam-ored for pie he came across with a madrigal. Nevertheless, it doesn't seem quite right for his wife to reach over and snatch tufts from his cranium cover and batter his shins with bench-made ' shoes and crack his slats with a broom handle. That sort of treatment doesn't bring results. A poet with a black eye and a twisted neck and a dented kneepan is no more useful than poet in perfect order. What the lady should do would be to have her poet hubby pick up some side trade that would promise financial finan-cial results as they do in Indiana, where you will find the baker writes poetry, and so do the hairdresser and the niotormau and the bartender. But there is no use attempting to club money out of a poet. |