Press "Enter" to skip to content

Summer Fiction

From the Omaha Daily Bee, July 28, 1913. By Arthur Chapman.

Ere Jones went on his prized vacation
    He said, “I’ll need some books to read;
’Twill add unto my recreation
    If I can scan a fiction screed.”
So to the phone soon Jones was turning,
    And to the book store sent a call;
“For fiction,” quoth Jones, “I am yearning,
    So send the new books—send them all.”

And so, next morn, ere Jones was leaving,
    Two moving vans stopped at his door;
The driver asked, “Shall we be heaving
    These books upon the lawn or floor?
There’s seven more loads on the way, sir—
    Three motorcycle loads beside;
The fiction crop this year they say, sir,
    Is heavy—that can’t be denied.”

And Jones rushed out and saw them carting
    Love tales and “crook” yarns by the ton;
“Oh, what,” he cried with optics starting,
    “Is this mad thing that I have done?”
And straightaway in a heap he tumbled—
    The ambulance took him away—
But still the fiction order rumbled
    Up to the Jones front door all day.

Comments are closed.