The Saturday Evening Post May 14 1960 Page 46

Post Scripts

They Say Some People Don't Even Dig.This Stuff!

"Good morning. I'm the editor of Current Poetry Magazine. Did you wish to see me?" 

"Yes. I'm Darrell Andersby, and I've written a poem I think might interest you." 

"Oh? What kind of a poem is it?" 

"Well, it's a modern poem, I guess. It's sort of hard to describe, but-well, I guess you might say it's an expression of my innermost subconscious feelings." 

"Would you care to read me a verse or two?" 

"Thank you, I would. Well, the title is The Oneirocritic and the Periwinkle." 

"Sounds good. Go ahead." 

"'Oh, pochard, portentous, like leaf and lodestar-Fly manward, to nephelinite rock, in nescience _ '" 

"I like the first two lines very much! They capture a person's interest."

 'Thank you. "Pandanus, pandanus, pandanus The margay is gone, but howks the inaudible _' " 

"Very good!"

 "'Incarnadine the color, inchoate, meridian- The messuage, comatose, down, down and down-'" 

''Wonderful! I think the poem gets even better as it goes along! I'm anxious to hear more."

"'Columella and grub hoe, up, up and up-'" _ 

"A nice change of pace!" 

"'Disillusive and exstipulate, but extramun- dane-Oh, Hyades, Hyades, Hyades _,,, 

"Hold it just a second, Mr. .Andersby. I think it might add strength if right before that you'd include a line-something about-let's see _ Maybe something like: 'Lithia water, literati, over, over and over.'" , 

"Say, I like that! Let me write it down. Now, then, these are the next lines I have: 'Moldwarp, octennial, a frock coat and =gonfalon- The kraits and the mallow leaf _' " 

CHARLES MATTESON 

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Pun-Abridged Dictionary

LODGE:BIG “I THINK II'S TOO LODGE." 

ELFIN: A LODGE ANIMAL 

MOUTH; A THMALL ANIMAL

ElL KEANE 

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"I was trying so hard to pay attention, I didn't quite hear what you were saying." 

GOLDSTEIN

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"Let's see now, where was I?" 

Jerry Marcus

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Let's Face Facts 

I noticed first the clear, gray eyes 

That looked both mischievous and wise; 

The chin I saw, was resolute 

He'd brook no nonsense in dispute; 

The cheekbones made their own admission: Here was a man of some position; 

The level mouth, the close-hung ears 

Bespoke contempt of doubts 'and fears;

With effort I left off this raving 

And lathered up and started shaving. 

DICK EMMONS 

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Payola in Reverse 

The very discs disc jockeys played 

Because they got a lot to 

Are those I would have gladly paid 

Them generously not to. 

LOYD ROSENFIELD