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Show The Rime of the Utah EngineerHe rewriteth his manuscript.The Engineer readeth Wyclif's Bible.He pondereth on the sacerdotal functions of the church dignitaries.He foregoeth queening and ex-ploreth the mysteries of motivation.His burden fall-eth from his back and he is transferred to Domestic Art.Ever and anon his agony return-eth and constrain-eth him to repeat his story."And so it goes"(Continued from page 146)In conference he called me dense,And to augment my pain, He made me take my papers homeAnd write them all again.And English Four was even more Surcharged with tortures grim;I pored o'er Wyclif's Bible till My eyes with tears were dim.With priests and prelates, monks and nuns My mind was stuffed so full,I could have bellowed twice as loud As any Papal bull.The bishops, rectors, and the deansBereft my soul of peace, Until I wished them one and allIn Satan's diocese.While others went on pleasure bentAcross the hills and dales, I sat and read John MandevilleAnd Canterbury tales.With Mallory and TamburlaineWithin my room I sate, Or tried to learn what secret causeMade Hamlet 'motivate.'The queening season came around, The hills with grass were green;The only queening that I did Was Spenser's 'Faerie Queene.'To be delivered of my woesI raised my soul in prayer; I thought of Ebaugh's chemistryAnd bless'd it unaware.That self same hour the spell it broke, They dropped me from the class;Because of fifteen weekly tests Not one had I yet passed.They bade me take Domestic Art, And now for my degree, I take a course in boiling eggs And also straining tea.Since then when I recall those daysMy agony returns; And till my ghastly tale is toldMy heart within me burns.""\ The Engineer with chapped hands-From washing dishes sore-Is gone. And now the Utah Prof. Goes back to English Four.He went like one that had been stunn'd,And is of sense forlorn; And said: "I'll give another testAbout next Friday morn."( 172 ) |
