Newsreel VI
Paris Shocked At Last
HARRIMAN SHOWN AS RAIL COLOSSUS
noted swindler run to earth
TEDDY WIELDS BIG STICK
straphangers demand relief.
We were sailing along
On moonlight bay
You can hear the voices ringing
They seem to say
You have stolen my heart, now don’t go away
Just as we sang
love’s
old
sweet
songs
On moonlight bay
MOB LYNCHES AFTER PRAYER
when the metal poured out of the furnace I saw the men running to a place of safety. To the right of the furnace I saw a party of ten men all of them running wildly and their clothes a mass of flames. Apparently some of them had been injured when the explosion occurred and several of them tripped and fell. The hot metal ran over the poor men in a moment.
PRAISE MONOPOLY AS BOON TO ALL
industrial foes work for peace at Mrs. Potter Palmer’s
love’s
old
sweet
song
We were sailing along
on moonlight bay
The Camera Eye (7)
skating on the pond next the silver company’s mills where there was a funny fuzzy smell from the dump whale-oil soap somebody said it was that they used in cleaning the silver knives and spoons and forks putting shine on them for sale there was shine on the ice early black ice that rang like a sawblade just scratched white by the first skaters I couldn’t learn to skate and kept falling down look out for the muckers everybody said bohunk and polak kids put stones in their snowballs write dirty words up on walls do dirty things up alleys their folks work in the mills
we clean young American Rover Boys handy with tools Deerslayers played hockey Boy Scouts and cut figure eights on the ice Achilles Ajax Agamemnon I couldn’t learn to skate and kept falling down
The Plant Wizard
Luther Burbank was born in a brick farmhouse in Lancaster Mass,
he walked round the woods one winter
crunching through the shinycrusted snow
stumbled into a little dell where a warm spring was
and found the grass green and weeds sprouting
and skunk cabbage pushing up a potent thumb,
He went home and sat by the stove and read Darwin
Struggle for Existence Origin of Species Natural
Selection that wasn’t what they taught in church,
so Luther Burbank ceased to believe moved to Lunenburg,
found a seedball in a potato plant
sowed the seed and cashed in on Mr. Darwin’s Natural Selection
on Spencer and Huxley
with the Burbank Potato.
Young man go west;
Luther Burbank went to Santa Rosa
full of his dream of green grass in winter ever
blooming flowers ever
bearing berries; Luther Burbank
could cash in on Natural Selection Luther Burbank
carried his apocalyptic dream of green grass in winter
and seedless berries and stoneless plums and thornless roses brambles cactus—
winters were bleak in that bleak
brick farmhouse in bleak Massachusetts—
out to sunny Santa Rosa;
and he was a sunny old man
where roses bloomed all year
everblooming everbearing
hybrids.
America was hybrid
America should cash in on Natural Selection.
He was an infidel he believed in Darwin and Natural
Selection and the influence of the mighty dead
and a good firm shipper’s fruit
suitable for canning.
He was one of the grand old men until the churches
and the congregations
got wind that he was an infidel and believed
in Darwin.
Luther Burbank had never a thought of evil,
selecting improved hybrids for America
those sunny years in Santa Rosa.
But he brushed down a wasp’s nest that time;
he wouldn’t give up Darwin and Natural Selection
and they stung him and he died
puzzled.
They buried him under a cedartree.
His favorite photograph
was of a little tot
standing beside a bed of hybrid
everblooming double Shasta daisies
with never a thought of evil
And Mount Shasta
in the background, used to be a volcano
but they don’t have volcanos
any more.
Newsreel VII
SAYS THIS IS CENTURY WHERE BILLIONS
AND BRAINS ARE TO RULE
infant born in Minneapolis comes here in incubator
Cheyenne Cheyenne
Hop on my pony
says Jim Hill hits oil trust on 939 counts
BIG FOUR TRAIN BLOWN TO PIECES
woman and children blotted out admits he saw floggings and even mutilations but no frightful outrages
TRUTH ABOUT THE CONGO FREE STATE
Find Bad Fault In Dreadnaught Santos Dumont tells of rival of bird of prey wives prime aim of Congo natives extraordinary letter ordering away U.S. marines
WHITES IN CONGO LOSE MORAL SENSE
WOMAN HELD A CAPTIVE BY AMBULANCE CHASERS
Thaw Faces Judge in Fateful Fight
LABOR MENACE IN POLITICS
last of Salome seen in New York heroism of mother unavailing
There’s room here for two, dear,
But after the ceremony
Two, dear, as one, dear, will ride back on my pony
From old Cheyenne
The Camera Eye (8)
you sat on the bed unlacing your shoes Hey Frenchie yelled Tylor in the door you’ve got to fight the Kid doan wanna fight him gotto fight him hasn’t he got to fight him fellers? Freddie pushed his face through the crack in the door and made a long nose Gotta fight him umpyaya and all the fellows on the top floor were there if not you’re a girlboy and I had on my pyjamas and they pushed in the Kid and the Kid hit Frenchie and Frenchie hit the Kid and your mouth tasted bloody and everybody yelled Go it Kid except Gummer and he yelled Bust his jaw Jack and Frenchie had the Kid down on the bed and everybody pulled him off and they all had Frenchie against the door and he was slamming right an’ left and he couldn’t see who was hitting him and everybody started to yell the Kid licked him and Tylor and Freddy held his arms and told the Kid to come and hit him but the Kid wouldn’t and the Kid was crying
the bloody sweet puky taste and then the bell rang for lights and everybody ran to their rooms and you got into bed with your head throbbing and you were crying when Gummer tiptoed in an’ said you had him licked Jack it was a fucking shame it was Freddy hit you that time, but Hoppy was tiptoeing round the hall and caught Gummer trying to get back to his room and he got his