Whilst so many Old Dragons are wielding the sword, there are some who have not entirely forsaken the pen and endeavour to keep our spirits up in these troubled times.
Some Verse – F.S
(Available for 2/6 from Sidgwick & Jackson)
Frank Sidgwick, the author of many of the verses in the various Logs of the Blue Dragon has in this little volume given us a collection of poems, a few of which have appeared in the Cornhill and other magazines.
One of them has given rise to considerable and learned discussion in the Times Literary Supplement – viz. Narrative Macaronic Verses. The VIth form learned this witty and amusing essai by heart and quote it constantly with enjoyment.
Narrative Macaronic Verses Charmer virumque I sing, Jack plumigeramque Arabellam. Costermonger erat Jack Jones, asinumque agitabat; In Covent Garden holus, sprouts vendidit asparagumque. Vendidit in Circo to the toffs Arabella the donah, Qua Piccadilly propinquat to Shaftesbury Avenue, flores. Jam Whitmonday adest; ex Newington Causeway the costers Erumpunt multi celebrare their annual beano; Quisque suum billycock habuere, et donah ferentes, Impositique rotis, popularia carmina singing, Happy with ale omnes – exceptis excipiendis. Gloomily drives Jack Jones, inconsolabilis heros; No companion habet, solus sine virgine coster. Per Boro’, per Fleet Street, per Strand, sic itur ad “Empire”; Illinc Coventry Street peragunt in a merry procession, Qua Piccadilly propinquat to Shaftesbury Avenue tandem Gloomily Jack vehitur. Sed amet qui never amavit! En! Subito fugiunt dark thoughts; Arabella videtur. Quum subit illius pulcherrima bloomin’ imago, Corde juvat Jack Jones; exclamat loudly “What oh, there!” Maiden ait “Deus, ecce deus!” floresque relinquit. Post asinum sedet illa; petunt Welsh Harp prope Hendon. O fons Brent Reservoir! Recubans sub tegmine brolli, Brachia complexus (yum yum!) Jack kissed Arabella; “Garn” ait illa rubens, et “Garn” reboatur ab Echo; Prositique tenax Jack “Swelp me lummy, I loves yer.” Hinc illae lacrimae; “Jest one!” et “Saucy, give over.” Tempora jam mutantur, et hats; caligine cinctus Oscula Jones iterat, mokoque immittit habenas. Concertina manu sixteen discordia vocum Obloquitur; cantant (ne saevi, magne policeman) Noctem in Old Kent Road. Sic transit gloria Monday.
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