Edgar Albert Guest Poems

(In which Ye Ed attempts the millionaire's game and obeys the first rule of golf, which is to put back the turf.)
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The brave man journeys straight ahead;
The coward goes
Along his way in constant dread
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Fish can be bought in the market place,
So it isn't the fish I'm after.
I want to get free from the care-drawn face
And back to an honest laughter,
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Laughter sort o' settles breakfast better than digestive pills;
Found it, somehow in my travels, cure for every sort of ills;
When the hired help have riled me with their slipshod, careless ways,
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I might not ever scale the mountain heights
Where all the great men stand in glory now;
I may not ever gain the world's delights
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Be more than his dad,
Be a chum to the lad;
Be a part of his life
Every hour of the day;
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I don't see why Pa likes him so,
And seems so glad to have him come;
He jabs my ribs and wants to know
If here and there it's hurting some.
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She never closed her eyes in sleep till we were all in bed;
On party nights till we came home she often sat and read.
We little thought about it then, when we were young and gay,
How much the mother worried when we children were away.
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Used to wonder just why father
Never had much time for play,
Used to wonder why he'd rather
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Speaking of Henry Ford's purchase of a million dollars' worth of city bonds, Controller Engel said; 'He talked about buying those bonds exactly as I would talk about buying a sack of peanuts.' — News item.
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