In our dainty little kitchen, Where my aproned wife is queen Over all the tin-pan people, In a realm exceeding clean,…
Ellis Parker Butler was an American author. Biography Butler was born in Muscatine, Iowa. He was the author of more than 30 books and more than 2,000 stories and essays, and is most famous for his short story "Pigs is Pigs", in which a bureaucratic stationmaster insists on levying the livestock rate for a shipment of two pet guinea pigs, which soon start proliferating geometrically. Working from his home in Flushing (Queens) New York, Butler was—by every measure and by many times—the most published author of the pulp fiction era. Amongst others he wrote twenty-five stories to Woman's Home Companion between 1906 and 1935. The stories in the Companion were illustrated by artists including May Wilson Preston, Frederic Dorr Steele, Herbert Paus and Rico Le Brun. Between 1931 and 1936, at least seventeen of Butler's stories published in newspapers were enhanced by noted illustrator Ethel Hays. His career spanned more than forty years and his stories, poems and articles were published in more than 225 magazines. His work appeared alongside that of his contemporaries including Mark Twain, Sax Rohmer, James B. Hendryx, Berton Braley, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Don Marquis, Will Rogers and Edgar Rice Burroughs. Despite the enormous volume of his work, Butler was, for most of his life, only a part-time author. He worked full-time as a banker and was very active in his local community. A founding member of both the Dutch Treat Club and the Author's League of America, Butler was an always-present force in the New York City literary scene. He died in Williamsville, Massachusetts and was interred in Flushing Cemetery.)
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When first we met she seemed so white I feared her; As one might near a spirit bright I neared her;…
She plucked a blossom fair to see; Upon my coat I let her pin it; And thus we stood beneath the tree A minute.…
In all romances, old and new, And in all lover's rhymes I find one rule that has held true Since prehistoric times.…
Strange, is it not? She was making her garden, Planting the old-fashioned flowers that day— Bleeding-hearts tender and bachelors-buttons— Spreading the seeds in the old-fashioned w…
I hold her letter as I stand, Nor break the seal; no need to guess What dainty little female hand Penned this most delicate address.…
Just as the sun was setting Back of the Western hills Grandfather stood by the window Eating the last of his pills.…
Whene’er I feed the barnyard folk My gentle soul is vexed; My sensibilities are torn And I am sore perplexed.…
A merry burgomaster In a burgh upon the Rhine Said, 'Our burghers all are Far too fond of drinking wine.'…
A Scotchman whose name was Isbister Had a maiden giraffe he called 'sister' When she said 'Oh, be mine, Be my sweet Valentine!'…
To be a great musician you must be a man of moods, You have to be, to understand sonatas and etudes. To execute pianos and to fiddle with success, With sympathy and feeling you mus…
Oh! Montmorency Vere de Vere, To think that one I held so dear Should use a base deceiver’s art To trifle with my loving heart.…
When with me the play she goes, I much admire the buds and bows And all that on Kate’s headgear grows. But when some other night I see…
O wonderful! In sport we climbed the tree, Eager and laughing, as in all our play, To see the eggs where, in the nest, they lay, But silent fell before the mystery.…
She does not mind a good cigar (The kind, that is, I smoke); She thinks all men quite stupid are, (But laughs whene’er I joke).…
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