Hibrow Column
Speaking about high-brow poetry, we have from the Saturday Evening Post (page 26, October 15th), real classy lyrics on how to eat or drink something. The poem isn’t quite clear as to whether Mr. Bloodgood was eating a rotten apple or merely taking a shot of moonshine, but anyway, it’s high-brow stuff—
I love the loathsome!
Delicious half-ripe rottenness.
I dream deliciously
As it slips
So soothfully
Down my grateful
Amorous throat.
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