TO THE UNKNOWN WARRIOR

TO THE UNKNOWN WARRIOR

by G.K.Chesterton

You whom the kings saluted; who refused not The one great pleasure of ignoble days, Fame without name and glory without gossip, Whom no biographer befouls with praise.

Who said of you "Defeated"? In the darkness The dug-out where the limelight never comes, Nor the big drum of Barnum's show can shatter That vibrant stillness after all the drums.

Though the time comes when every Yankee circus Can use our soldiers for its sandwich-men, When those that pay the piper call the tune, You will not dance. You will not move again.

You will not march for Fatty Arbuckle, Though he have yet a favourable press, Tender as San Francisco to St. Francis Or all the angels of Los Angeles.

They shall not storm the last unfallen fortress, The lonely castle where uncowed and free, Dwells the unknown and undefeated warrior That did alone defeat Publicity.

THE NEW FICTION

by G.K.Chesterton

("Leave them alone", we seem to hear Mr. Galsworthy say of his Young People. -From a Review by Mr. Bettany)

Little Blue-Fits has lost his wits, And doesn't know where to find them; Leave them alone and they'll come home, And leave their tales behind them.

The remarkable tales, with remarkable sales, And Bonnets and Bees in disorder; For the Bonnets we view are exceedingly Blue, And decidedly over the Border.