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Confessions of a Caricaturist
This is a collection of poems from various artists and compiled by the author. Printed in 1917.
A sampling “Not squirrels in the park alone, His love and winter-kindness own., When Literary Fledglings try Their wings, in first attempt to fly, They flutter down to Franklin Square, Where Howells in his "Easy Chair" Like good Saint Francis scatters crumbs Of Hope, to each small bird that comes.
And since Bread, cast upon the main, Must to the giver come again, I tender now, long overtime,
This humble Crumb of grateful rhyme.
The very name of Bernard Shaw
Fills me with mingled Mirth and Awe.
Mixture of Mephistopheles,
Don Quixote, and Diogenes,
The Devil's wit, the Don's Romance
Joined to the Cynic's arrogance.
Framed on Pythagorean plan,
A Vegetable Souperman.
Here you may see him crown with bay
The Greatest Playwright of his day; *
Observe the look of Self Distrust
And Diffidence—upon the bust.
* For "his" read any.—G. B. S.
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