Denison University - Adytum Yearbook (Granville, OH)

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iDream MY Roman-nosed equus and I had had our httle trot. Once more I could forget awhile, eram, eras, erat. And as I settled in my seat, released from every strain, A sense of utter laziness possessed my minute brain. My head dropped forward slowly and I slowly closed my eyes, But soon I opened them again and glanced up in surprise. Ye gods and little fishes! And the former emphasized. I saw a sleep-subduing sight that left me paralyzed. No wonder, for around me was the queerest looking crew, That ever I saw out of jail or ever expect to. And yet they seemed familiar too, and in a moment more It suddenly came over me where we had met before. Within my dog eared Latin book, those figures I had seen. But I regarded them as myths, so what could this thing mean. Did I say myths. ' ' I ' ll take it back, for by Old Aaron ' s rods, I ' d stumbled on a sacred stunt, a council of the gods. Yes, there was Jupiter himself, with his ambrosial curls, J; His portly form encased within a robe of many furls. Mars, Neptune, and Apollo, and Pluto; all were there. With every kind of countenance and every shade of hair. They crowded round poor frightened, Me; they trod upon my toes, They bellowed questions in my ear, they pulled my hair and nose. I thought my time to croak had come and started, Now I lay — When Jupiter came sailing in, and pushed the gang away. Come! Come, Immortal Gods said he, Stand back and let us give Him time to tell why he is here and prove his right to live. Each one may ask a question and when all of you are through, We ' ll hold another council to decide what we shall do. So step up lively, each in turn, ten seconds now, apiece. Ask only one, make that one brief, and at the signal, cease. Then up stepped gray old Neptune, with his transit in his hand, (Excuse me, I mean trident), and before me took his stand. What is your father ' s business.? said he, and smiled so sweet, It made me think of flowers and girls, and lovely things to eat. A carpenter, said I, At least when he was in the States, He ' s now employed in mending hinges on the pearly gates. Nep glared at me a little bit, and then I heard him say, Yes, yes, that ' s all right, but can ' t you say it some other way.? page twenty-one

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I hesitated over it so long that he got vexed, But Jupiter saved me again by loudly calhng, Next. The frovi ning face of Mars appeared, a visage far from sweet, And he was mumbling something of ' a number ' and ' a seat, ' He asked me if I ' d registered, and when I said, Not yet, A blatant bellow burst from him. He said he ' d make me swe ' at. The signal came at last, and as the war god moved away, Still breathing dark anathemas I heard the next one say, How many hours have you got? What ' s your advisor ' s name. I turned my head. Behind me was Apollo ' s stalwart frame. No fair. Two questions. Next! cried Jupe, Step up. It ' s getting late. And with a glare, quite Goody nuf, Apollo pulled his freight. The massive form of Hercules, before me next appeared. His eyes were kept upon the ground, as though he something feared. His red moustache twitched once or twice, and then his voice I heard, In squeaky tones and emphasizing every seventh word. Do you like editors.? said he, Why, yes, I said, I do. He shook his shaggy shapeless head, and answered, I did too. Until I met one who had locks, about the shade of mine. And wore the same hoof covers too, an oxblood number nine. His horns were well developed, and sharp thorns ne ' re bothered him. He butted into Roses, with a smile like Sunny Jim. He sported purple ties and socks; looked sweet enough to kiss But what I hate the lobster for, with bitter hate, is this: One day he ate some ox-tail soup, and that night slept with me. He heaved — But just then Jupiter broke in with Twenty-three. The strong man shouldered manfully, his club, and moved along. The deity who now stepped up, was humming some sweet song. But whether it was Marsellais or only Brother Jack, I could not quite determine, for his tune got off the track. Quite near him was a measly nut, cross-eyed, and almost blind. And when Old Phoebus reached my side, the pup was close behind. The Sun God made a gesture, and irrevalently said: Good evening, sir. Who is this, and what have you on your head? I took the hint, removed my lid, but meanwhile watched the cur, And understanding my alarm, he said, Don ' t fear him, sir. He really is the mildest dog, of which you ever heard; I feed him on ten dollar suits, Mt. Vernon ones preferred. His name is James, and his abnormal appetite, you see Is satisfied quite easily, without expense to me; For every evening in the week, there comes— I ' ll never know Just who it was that came, for time was called. He had to go. At once there waddled up the Mt. Olympus A. D. T. Or better known to people by the name of Mercury. page twenty-three