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    The Annotated Archy and Mehitabel

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      me with his elbow and

      knocked me overboard as i

      fell i screamed loudly poet overboard

      but either the voice of one small

      cockroach was not heard in the

      december breeze or else

      everybody was glad of it for all

      i heard was a burst of

      mocking laughter from the deck down down

      down i went underneath the ship

      itself i clung desperately for a few

      minutes to the rapidly revolving screw

      but was forced to let loose as it

      did not seem to be intending to

      come up for air when i was finally cast to

      the surface and i admit i

      was feeling sad i looked at

      the sun and rapidly computed my

      latitude and longitude but

      there did not seem to be enough of

      either to float on indefinitely

      pretty soon i said with a sigh i shall be

      wet through clean down to

      the freckles on my soul and

      then i shall sink a sodden albeit a

      somewhat small mass and the vast and

      charnel sea i said for i

      was determined to be

      literary to the last will

      smack its briny lips above my

      corse4 but just as all hope seemed

      gone and i was about to open

      my lips5 for the last drink i came

      into contact with something round and

      hard

      floating on the waters immediately

      before i had felt as lonely as the

      first chapter of genesis now i

      was cheered looking at the thing

      on which i was floating i discovered it

      to be

      a new kind of mine with a gun cotton

      fuse which can be lighted even under

      water and at that moment

      a sword fish swam up

      and began to clash his beak

      against the iron

      container of the high explosive

      until he struck a spark of fire

      which fell upon the fuse which began to

      burn slowly but steadily i

      realized at once what the

      plan was for at that instant i

      saw the ship with the president6 aboard

      rise over the horizon and

      bear directly down upon me it was

      a trained swordfish educated by

      some treacherous and

      unreconstructed german for this

      very act all the ordinary

      mines had been swept out of the

      path of the ship by the

      official mine sweepers7 but with

      hellish ingenuity this new sort of

      mine had been placed in the path of the

      george washington and ignited by the

      trained swordfish i

      at once attacked the

      burning fuse with my teeth but

      eat as fast as i could i am after

      all only one small cockroach and

      in my excitement i was swallowing

      all i ate i was soon

      full of gun cotton and the fuse

      had not been eaten half in two i

      gave myself and the president and

      mr creel up for

      lost the fate of the world hung upon

      one little insect and he was overloaded

      already but i think quickly in

      emergencies it suddenly

      occurred to me that after all i

      need not swallow all i bit off and

      this brilliant idea saved the president the

      world and democracy i attacked the

      fuse again but this time i spit out

      what i bit off and just as the

      george washington struck the mine the

      fuse which was still burning

      and about to explode

      fell into the water i

      swarmed aboard the george washington

      crawled into the wireless

      man’s cabin and wrote what i

      had done on his typewriter mr

      creel was there this

      story must not go out he said or

      if it is sent back to

      america dr grayson8 must have the

      credit for the

      action no said dr grayson i

      will take no credit for any deed i

      have not performed the credit is

      nothing to me mr creel i wrote

      on the typewriter all i

      care for is the fact that i have

      saved democracy mr creel was still

      debating the matter but when the

      wireless man went to dinner his

      assistant began sending this despatch for

      says he there is

      glory enough for us all

      DECEMBER 10

      Freedom of the Seas

      u s s george washington

      december tenth passing the

      azores there was a

      conference on board the

      ship yesterday about the

      freedom of the seas1 but

      i cant say that

      i think very much was

      accomplished at

      least no one took

      me into his confidence

      later the subject

      was taken up in

      an informal way down

      in the stoke hold bill

      says one coal passer

      to another whats all

      this about the

      freedom of the seas aint

      the seas free

      they are and then

      again they aint says

      bill explain yourself says

      his friend when are

      they and when not

      now yous asking something

      says bill

      man and boy says his

      friend i have followed

      the sea for

      15 years and never yet

      seen any signs

      they wasnt free except

      where the germans done it

      have you ever saw

      any such signs yourself

      bill well says

      bill i have and then

      again i havent

      i dont get you says his

      friend well says bill

      some do and some

      dont

      DECEMBER 11

      Two Old Men

      Archy gets around a good deal, in one way or another. Just before he left for France he gave us a poem, and he claims that he actually was in the wine vault and heard and saw the things narrated therein. We publish the poem—one of Archy’s rare attempts at rhyme—without, however, guaranteeing its authenticity:

      down in a wine vault underneath the city

      two old men were sitting they were drinking booze

      torn were their garments hair and beards were gritty

      one had an overcoat but hardly any shoes

      overhead the street cars through the streets were running

      filled with happy people going home to christmas

      in the adirondacks the hunters all were gunning

      big ships were sailing down by the isthmus

      in came a little tot for to kiss her granny

      such a little totty she could scarcely tottle

      saying kiss me grandpa kiss your little nanny

      but the old man beaned her with a whiskey bottle

      outside the snowflakes began for to flutter

      far at sea the ships were sailing with the seamen

      not another word did angel nanny utter

      her grandsire chuckled and pledged the whiskey demon

      up spake the second man he was worn and weary

      tears washed his face which otherwise was pasty

      she loved her parents who commuted on the erie

      brother im afraid you struck a trifle hasty


      she came to see you all her pretty duds on

      bringing christmas posies from her mother’s garden

      riding in the tunnel underneath the hudson

      brother was it rum caused your heart to harden

      up spake the first man here i sits a thinking

      how the countrys drifting to a sad condition

      here i sits a dreaming here i sits a drinking

      here i sits a dreading dreading prohibition

      when in comes nanny my little daughters daughter

      me she has been begging ever since october

      for to sign the pledge its ended now in slaughter

      i never had the courage when she caught me sober

      all around the world little tots are begging

      grandpas and daddies for to quit their drinking

      reformers eggs em on i am tired of egging

      tired of being cowed cowering and slinking

      i struck for freedom im a man of mettle

      though i never would a done it had i not been drinking

      from athabasca south to popocatapetl

      we must strike for freedom quit our shrinking

      said the second old man i beg your pardon

      brother please forgive me my words were hasty

      i get your viewpoint our hearts must harden

      try this ale it is bitter brown and tasty

      said the first old man hear me sobbing

      poor little nanny shes gone to himmel

      principle must conquer though hearts be throbbing

      just curl your lip around this kimmel

      down in a wine vault underneath the city

      they sat drinking while the snow was falling

      wicked old men with scarcely any pity

      the moral of my tale is quite appalling

      DECEMBER 13

      Passing the Bock

      brest france dec 131

      by soulless telegraph to

      the sun dial well

      boss i just arrived and

      i have a grand idea instead

      of sticking to

      hermione and fothy and the

      peace conference i am

      off for holland i am going

      to interview

      wilhelm hohenzollern i

      shall also interview gott2

      if wilhelm took

      gott with him to the

      am i wrong in castle3 where

      he is stopping

      they may be there together

      quarrelling about who

      started it passing the

      bock4 used to be the

      favorite german indoor

      sport but passing the

      buck has superseded it

      DECEMBER 14

      The Former Kaiser

      am i wrong in castle

      holland december fourteenth

      well i arrived here

      by aeroplane after a bad

      night and have just seen the

      former kaiser i

      got into the castle this

      morning with the blutwurst1

      for the kaisers breakfast

      well bill i said

      what i want to know is

      this did you start the war

      or did you not and if

      so why would you do it

      over again and are

      you sorry for it

      what war are you

      talking about says bill

      has there been a war

      do not try to stall me

      says i try some of this

      most excellent blutwurst says

      bill so you say

      there has been a

      war do you

      i deny it i deny

      everything

      there is a movement on

      foot i understand

      to make me responsible

      for some alleged trouble or

      other that is

      supposed to have occurred

      somewhere but i do not

      intend to allow myself to

      be trapped i know i have

      enemies but the truth will

      triumph helped by

      our good german gott and my

      shining sword i deny

      everything i repeat

      i looked at the man boss

      and i said to

      myself he is a dangerous

      character still he is playing a

      deep deep game i was

      prepared to hear him deny the

      responsibility for starting the

      war but it is a deeper game than

      that he is playing he is

      trying to get it

      across that from first to

      last the war was kept a

      secret from him come and see

      me again soon he said as i

      took my leave and let us talk some

      more about this

      strange notion of yours that

      there has been a

      war you interest me

      deeply i have another

      appointment with him

      for tomorrow

      DECEMBER 16

      Abdication Underneath the Bough

      am i wrong in castle

      holland december the sixteenth

      yesterday was sunday and

      i did not see the

      former kaiser but i

      wrote out some verses for

      him which go

      this way

      an abdication underneath the bough1

      a lake of beer an apple cake and thou

      beside me singing lieber augustine2

      and exile bill were happiness enow

      the erstwhile kaiser wrote and having writ

      he went and tore up every word of it

      hes trying now to pick up paper scraps

      and eat them every little inky bit

      i sent my soul through the invisible

      some secret of the entente plans to spell

      anon my soul returned to me and said

      where do you go from here question mark

      you go to hell full stop

      DECEMBER 19

      Who Pays for All This

      am i wrong in castle

      holland december nineteenth

      the erswhile kaiser has a

      typewriting machine that

      speaks english and

      crawling into the presence this

      morning i clicked off this

      question bill when are you

      going to leave holland

      bill seized the machine and wrote

      i am not going to leave holland

      i wrote bill you

      said you were not going to

      leave your throne either

      bill wrote i did not leave my

      throne it was taken away

      during my absence

      i wrote holland may be pulled

      out from under you in the same way

      bill wrote it is a

      long time until lunch it seems to

      me what are those cooks doing i

      have had scarcely anything

      to eat since breakfast

      i wrote bill are you the

      star boarder here or who pays for

      all this bill wrote

      such things are beneath my

      consideration but i understand that the cheque will

      be put into one bundle and

      they will shake dice to see who

      pays them at the peace

      conference i wrote bill you

      are hitting the pipe these days or

      some thing bill wrote the interview is

      closed i must get to work

      on my autobiography the second

      chapter will deal with a

      secret invasion of germany by

      belgium which i

      forgave and hushed up simply because

      i did not wish to go to war and

      the third chapter tells again

      how much i always loved


      america and everything

      american why archy i even eat

      with american made teeth and last

      christmas i used those

      teeth on american food that

      found its way to me somehow through

      your wonderful

      organization for feeding american

      prisoners

      DECEMBER 23

      The Former Czar

      by wireless to the

      sun dial on the

      road to paris well

      boss i have left the

      former kaiser flat he is

      a dull sort of person who

      thinks only of his food and

      more than that i have made an

      important discovery i am

      on the way to paris in

      the company of a

      russian who conceals a

      mild face beneath an

      angry beard and who is no less

      a person than stop a

      moment now and get a long

      breath for i do not

      want to shock you

      have you set yourself so that

      you can bear the impact of my

      news very well then i

      will continue no

      less a person than

      nicholas romanoff the

      former czar nicholas second of

      russia1 i am

      travelling incognito in

      one of his pockets and he

      is on the way to

      paris to represent his

      former empire at

      the peace conference he

      also is travelling incognito but

      that is not his fault he

      tells every one he sees that

      he is czar nicholas and that

      he is not dead

      look at me he says

      are there any bullet

      holes in me

      there are not the

      story of my death at the

      hands of the boksheviki is merely

      a press agent yarn

      but said an

      english soldier whom

      we met in the

      outskirts of belgium

      yesterday the fact that there

      are no bullet holes in

      you proves nothing

      there are plenty of other

      people with no bullet

      holes in them

      not russians said the czar

      that shows how little you

      know of the russian situation

      we stopped today for

      lunch at an american y m c a hut

      and the czar was

     


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