Felix Schmidt

    It was only a little house of two rooms -
    Almost like a child's play-house -
    With scarce five acres of ground around it;
    And I had so many children to feed
    And school and clothe, and a wife who was sick
    From bearing children.
    One day lawyer Whitney came along
    And proved to me that Christian Dallman,
    Who owned three thousand acres of land,
    Had bought the eighty that adjoined me
    In eighteen hundred and seventy-one
    For eleven dollars, at a sale for taxes,
    While my father lay in his mortal illness.
    So the quarrel arose and I went to law.
    But when we came to the proof,
    A survey of the land showed clear as day
    That Dallman's tax deed covered my ground
    And my little house of two rooms.
    It served me right for stirring him up.
    I lost my case and lost my place.
    I left the court room and went to work
    As Christian Dallman's tenant.

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Edgar Lee Masters was an American poet, biographer, and dramatist. Born in Kansas and raised in Illinois, Masters is best known for his collection of poems entitled "Spoon River Anthology" (1915), which is a series of epitaphs of residents of the fictional small town of Spoon River. His works reflect the everyday lives and frustrations of middle America. Masters also practiced law and wrote biographies for historical figures such as Abraham Lincoln and Mark Twain.

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    The sudden death of Eugene Carman
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Searcy Foote

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    But rich Aunt Persis wouldn't help me.
    So I made gardens and raked the lawns
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    Where the railroad keeps a switching yard,
    With whistling engines and crunching wheels
    And smoke and soot thrown over the city,
    And the crash of cars along the boulevard, -
    A blot like a hog-pen on the harbor
    Of a great metropolis, foul as a sty.
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    To generations yet unborn, with my vote
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