Annual (May 1900) . receive an accession. All had read inAddisons Sight-Seer the evening before that Edward Markham was deceased and nowhe was here. Thin and haggard in the face he was. He had a weary look in his eyes,as if bowed by the weight of centuries, he stood. Grasping his small grip in one handhe stepped on to the beach. Here, Charon, he said, go make yourself comfortable/giving him a ghostly dollar. Then he turned toward the associated shades; then, andonly then, did he seem to realize that he was dead. He had faced irate and uncompro-mising editors; he had received bushels of critici
Annual (May 1900) . receive an accession. All had read inAddisons Sight-Seer the evening before that Edward Markham was deceased and nowhe was here. Thin and haggard in the face he was. He had a weary look in his eyes,as if bowed by the weight of centuries, he stood. Grasping his small grip in one handhe stepped on to the beach. Here, Charon, he said, go make yourself comfortable/giving him a ghostly dollar. Then he turned toward the associated shades; then, andonly then, did he seem to realize that he was dead. He had faced irate and uncompro-mising editors; he had received bushels of criticism, both bitter and sweet, and many a spring poem had he rejected—but never before had he faced the choicest of the worldsIntellectual stars. So, trembling with something akin to stage-fright, he advanced towardthe least awful looking of them, a young man in a gray business suit. How are you, sir? My name is Markham. Sherlock Holmes replied : Glad to meet you. Ever found any clue as to who wasthe man with the hoe?. Sir—. But now they are all on him. Dr. Johnson gives him a ponderous hand-shake and remarks, Rather poor English in your poem, sir. Edgar Poe tells him, •• You have too little of the aesthetic says, I should like to play an accompaniment to your poem on my violin,which remark makes the author of the Recessional blush. After Markham emergedhe was carried off to the club house and made the guest of honor. Harry Wood, 1900. PSALM 151 Blessed is the boy that walketh aright upon the stairs, for he shall not then run afoulof Mr. Martin and be sent to punishment in the office. Blesseth also is he that standethnot upon street corners, nor smoketh on his way to school, nor sitteth upon the back seatin the recitation room and annoyeth the teachers by whispering. But he that giveth notup his seat in the street car to a teacher, and signeth his own excuses, or laugheth not athis teachers jokes, shall not be forgotten when the lime for promotion comes.
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