"I caught a fella last night in the South Pacific -- He was on a freighter way beyond New Zealand. And what do you think he said to me, that guy?" The young radio man was talking. "How did the Cubs come out today?" he said -- 'How did the Cubs come out?' Nothing he wanted But that fool game! 'They got it in the neck,' I answered him -- ten thousand miles across -- 'The Pirates chewed 'em up' 'The hell they did!' 'Say, where's the sun out your way?' I ticked off -- 'Here it went down an hour or so ago.' 'It'll be coming up in half an hour,' he answered, 'It's Sunday here.' 'Oh, get a move on you! -- Sunday's almost over -- you're in yesterday.' 'Well, it's the same old sun coming or going -- Yesterdays and tomorrows get all mixed up; We'll cross the line pretty soon. Where are you, buddy?' 'Oh, near Chicago. So long -- see you again.' So I clicked off and went to bed -- and he To breakfast probably." "Do you often talk So far?" I asked him, wondering. "Oh, that's nothing! I talked with Byrd's Antarctic Expedition The other night. Say, but it's cold down there!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 30 by ALFRED TENNYSON TO A YOUNG LADY; WHO ... REPROACHED FOR TAKING LONG WALKS IN COUNTRY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE FOLLY OF BEING COMFORTED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MORNING STAR by HARRIET R. BEAN THE IMPROVISATORE: ALBERT AND EMILY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES STANZAS ON THE BATTLE OF NAVARINO by THOMAS CAMPBELL |