THE FUN OF MAKING GARDEN 69 
From thence our hero promptly went 
Into a seed establishment. 
And for these things his money spent: 
1 peck of bulbs, 
1 job lot of shrubs, 
1 quart of assorted seeds. 
He has a garden under way, 
And if he’s fairly lucky, say, 
He'll have, about the last of May, 
1 squash vine, 
1 egg plant, 
1 radish. 
—(Washington Herald.) 
The poem is not inserted here as a vegetable 
to be cultivated but as a weed to be rooted up. 
I now proceed to uproot it. This poem (so called) 
was sent me by the wife of my preacher. I read 
it with mingled anger and pity. I then phoned 
the minister who was married to this woman 
and told him that from that moment on, he 
might know that I had ceased to be a contributing 
member of his church. This, of course, interested 
the minister; and he asked me what he had done 
to result in such financial loss to him. I replied 
in a sturdy tone, at the end of the ’phone, that 
it was not a “he” which had hurt my feelings, 
but a “she.” He regretted exceedingly that 
such an occurrence had cut off my weekly stipend 
from his embarrassed financial exchequer. What 
“she” could have invaded the sacred privacy of 
my feelings, he inquired, and I replied in a sten- 
torian voice that his “she” had done this thing. 
