Wednesday
Mar. 12, 2003
Please Mrs. Butler
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Poem: "Please Mrs Butler," by Allan Ahlberg from Please Mrs Butler (Penguin).
Please Mrs Butler
Please Mrs Butler
This boy Derek Drew
Keeps copying my work, Miss.
What shall I do?
Go and sit in the hall, dear.
Go and sit in the sink.
Take your books on the roof, my lamb.
Do whatever you think.
Please Mrs Butler
This boy Derek Drew
Keeps taking my rubber, Miss.
What shall I do?
Keep it in your hand, dear.
Hide it up your vest.
Swallow it if you like, my love.
Do what you think best.
Please Mrs Butler
This boy Derek Drew
Keeps calling me rude names, Miss.
What shall I do?
Lock yourself in the cupboard, dear.
Run away to sea.
Do whatever you can, my flower.
But don't ask me!
Literary Notes:
It's the anniversary of The Blizzard of 1888, known as "The Great White Hurricane," one of the worst in American history. It came, unexpected, after a warm spell. It lasted for thirty-six hours, killed more than four hundred people, and dropped forty inches of snow on New York City. Drifts piled up to second-story windows. The city was isolated; messages to Boston had to be relayed via England. The crisis in transportation led to the creation of the New York subway, approved in 1894 and begun in 1900.
On this day in 1901, industrialist Andrew Carnegie gave New York City 5.2 million dollars to construct 65 libraries. He had just sold the Carnegie Steel Company to J. P. Morgan for 250 million dollars, and decided to retire and devote himself to giving it all away. He later gave money to create more than 2,500 libraries all over the United States and in Britain. By the time he died, Carnegie had given away over 350 million dollars. He said, "The man who enters a library is in the best society this world affords; the good and the great welcome him, surround him, and humbly ask to be allowed to become his servants...."
On this day in 1933, President Franklin D. Roosevelt gave his first "fireside chat" to the nation over the radio. He spoke to the nation about the banking crisis, trying to calm people down and slow down the rush on banks to withdraw money.
It's the birthday of Beat novelist Jack
Kerouac, born Jean-Louis Kerouac, in Lowell Massachusetts (1922). He
grew up in a French Canadian family speaking French and couldn't speak English
fluently until junior high. He skipped class at Lowell High to go to the library
and read the classics, and writers like William Saroyan, Ernest Hemingway and
Thomas Wolfe. He was strong and athletic; he played football, and he was good
at it. On the Thanksgiving game of his senior year in high school he scored
a game-winning touchdown -- the ball was tipped, he stretched out and grabbed
it inches from the ground, and smashed his way into the end zone. The Lowell
fans went crazy, and there were college scouts there. He accepted an athletic
scholarship to Columbia University where he met William Burroughs and Allen
Ginsberg and became a writer. He took a series of cross-country road trips with
his friend Neal Cassady. In 1949 they drove a Cadillac limousine from California
to Chicago, going over 100 miles an hour on two-lane roads until the speedometer
broke. In 1951 he sat at his kitchen table, taped sheets of Chinese art paper
together to make a long roll, and wrote the story of Cassady and their trips.
It had no paragraphs and very little punctuation and Allen Ginsberg called it
''a magnificent single paragraph several blocks long, rolling, like the road
itself.'' It became his novel On the Road (1957), and he wrote it in
three weeks. On May 22, 2001, it was sold at an auction for $2.2 million, a
record for a literary manuscript at auction.
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