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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MEETING OF THE CLABBERHUSES, by SAM WALTER FOSS Poet's Biography First Line: He was the chairman of the guild Last Line: "and sweetly said ""good night." Subject(s): Clubs (associations) | |||
I HE was the Chairman of the Guild Of Early Pleiocene Patriarchs; He was chief Mentor of the Lodge Of the Oracular Oligarchs; He was the Lord High Autocrat And Vizier of the Sons of Light, And Sultan and Grand Mandarin Of the Millennial Men of Might. He was Grand Totem and High Priest Of the Independent Potentates; Grand Mogul of the Galaxy Of the Illustrious Stay-out-lates; The President of the Dandydudes, The Treasurer of the Sons of Glee; The Leader of the Clubtown Band And Architects of Melody. II She was Grand Worthy Prophetess Of the Illustrious Maids of Mark; Of Vestals of the Third Degree She was Most Potent Matriarch; She was High Priestess of the Shrine Of Clubtown's Culture Coterie, And First Vice-President of the League Of the illustrious G. A. B. She was the First Dame of the Club For teaching Patagonians Greek; She was Chief Clerk and Auditor Of Clubtown's Anti-Bachelor Clique; She was High Treasurer of the Fund For Borrioboolighalians, And the Fund for Sending Browning's Poems To Native-born Australians. III Once to a crowded social fete Both these much-titled people came, And each perceived, when introduced, They had the selfsame name. Their hostess said, when first they met: "Permit me now to introduce My good friend Mr. Clabberhuse To Mrs. Clabberhuse." "'Tis very strange," said she to him, "Such an unusual name! -- A name so very seldom heard, That we should bear the same." "Indeed, 'tis wonderful," said he, "And I'm surprised the more, Because I never heard the name Outside my home before. "But now I come to look at you," Said he, "upon my life, If I am not indeed deceived, You are -- you are -- my wife." She gazed into his searching face And seemed to look him through; "Indeed," said she, "it seems to me You are my husband, too. "I've been so busy with my clubs And in my various spheres I have not seen you now," she said, "For over fourteen years." "That's just the way it's been with me, These clubs demand a sight" -- And then they both politely bowed, And sweetly said "Good night." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JUDGMENT OF PARIS by GEORGE SANTAYANA OUR CLUB by SYLVIA DILLAVOU BARCLAY THE BOHEMIANS OF BOSTON AND THEIR WAYS; A MEMORY OF THE JACOBEAN CRAZE by FRANK GELETT BURGESS THE BOROUGH: LETTER 10. CLUBS AND SOCIAL MEETINGS by GEORGE CRABBE THE CLUB WOMAN by HELEN RITTERSKAMP DUNKERLY WHAT MAKES A WOMAN'S CLUB by ZOE BRAINERD EDWARDS SOME MOTHERS & SOME OTHERS by ELEONORE F. HAHN FIRST ANNIVERSARY BANQUET OF A NEWLY FORMED BURNS' CLUB IN MANCHESTER by JANET HAMILTON THE COMING AMERICAN by SAM WALTER FOSS |
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