James James
Morrison Morrison
Weatherby George Dupree
Took great
Care of his Mother,
Though he was only three.
James James Said to his Mother,
"Mother," he said, said he;
"You must never go down
to the end of the town,
if you don't go down with me."
James James
Morrison's Mother
Put on a golden gown.
James James Morrison's Mother
Drove to the end of the town.
James James Morrison's Mother
Said to herself, said she:
"I can get right down
to the end of the town
and be back in time for tea."
King John
Put up a notice,
"LOST or STOLEN or STRAYED!
JAMES JAMES MORRISON'S MOTHER
SEEMS TO HAVE BEEN MISLAID.
LAST SEEN
WANDERING VAGUELY:
QUITE OF HER OWN ACCORD,
SHE TRIED TO GET DOWN
TO THE END OF THE TOWN -
FORTY SHILLINGS REWARD!"
James James
Morrison Morrison
(Commonly known as Jim)
Told his
Other relations
Not to go blaming him.
James James
Said to his Mother,
"Mother," he said, said he:
"You must never go down to the end of the town
without consulting me."
James James
Morrison's mother
Hasn't been heard of since.
King John said he was sorry,
So did the Queen and Prince.
King John
(Somebody told me)
Said to a man he knew:
If people go down to the end of the town, well,
what can anyone do?"
(Now then, very softly)
J.J.
M.M.
W.G.Du P.
Took great
C/0 his M*****
Though he was only 3.
J.J. said to his M*****
"M*****," he said, said he:
"You-must-never-go-down-to-the-end-of -the-town-
if-you-don't-go-down-with-ME!"
Here is a link if you would like to listen to someone read the poem out loud: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iHCxmhLJ3DM
C) Short Story
HOME (1887)
by Anton Chekhov
"SOMEONE came from the Grigoryevs' to fetch a book, but I said you were not at home. The postman brought the newspaper and two letters. By the way, Yevgeny Petrovitch, I would like to ask you to speak to Seryozha. Today, and the day before yesterday, I have noticed that he is smoking. When I began to admonish him, he put his fingers in his ears as usual, and sang loudly to drown out my voice."
Yevgeny Petrovitch Bykovsky, the prosecutor of the circuit court, who had just come back from a session and was taking off his gloves in his study, looked at Natalya Semyonovna, his son’s governess, as she made her report. Then he laughed.
"Seryozha smoking . . ." he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I can picture the little cherub with a cigarette in his mouth! Why, how old is he?"
"Seven. You think it is not important, but at his age smoking is a bad and pernicious habit, and bad habits ought to be nipped in the bud."
"Perfectly true. And where does he get the tobacco?"
"He takes it from the drawer in your table."
"Yes? In that case, send him to me."
When the governess had gone out, Bykovsky sat down in an armchair before his writing table, shut his eyes, and started thinking. He pictured his Seryozha with a huge cigar, a yard long, in the midst of clouds of tobacco smoke, and this caricature made him smile; at the same time, the grave, troubled face of the governess called up memories of the long past, half-forgotten time when smoking aroused in his teachers and parents a strange, not quite intelligible horror. It really was horror. Children were mercilessly flogged and expelled from school, and their lives were made a misery on account of smoking, though not a single teacher or father knew exactly what was the harm or sinfulness of smoking. Even very intelligent people did not think twice before waging war on a vice which they did not understand. Yevgeny Petrovitch remembered the headmaster of the high school, a very cultured and good-natured old man, who was so appalled when he found a high school boy with a cigarette in his mouth that he turned pale, immediately summoned an emergency committee of the teachers, and sentenced the sinner to expulsion. This was probably a law of social life: the less an evil was understood, the more fiercely and coarsely it was attacked.
The prosecutor remembered two or three boys who had been expelled and their subsequent life, and could not help thinking that very often the punishment did a great deal more harm than the crime itself. The living organism has the power of rapidly adapting itself and growing accustomed to any atmosphere whatever. If this weren’t true, man would be bound to feel at every moment what an irrational basis there often is underlying his rational activity, and how little of established truth and certainty there is even in work so responsible and so terrible in its effects as that of the teacher, of the lawyer, of the writer. . . .
Light and discursive thoughts, the kind that visit the brain only when it is weary and resting, began straying through Yevgeny Petrovitch's head; there is no telling from where and why they come, they do not remain long in the mind, but seem to glide over its surface without sinking deeply into it. For people who are forced for whole hours, and even days, to think by routine in
เจมส์เจมส์Morrison มอร์ริสันWeatherby Dupree จอร์จเอาดีการดูแลมารดาแม้ว่า เขาเป็นสามเท่าเจมส์เจมส์กล่าวว่าแม่ของเขา"แม่ เขากล่าวว่า กล่าวว่า เขา"คุณต้องไม่เคยลงไปการสิ้นสุดของเมืองถ้าคุณไม่ไปลงกับฉัน"เจมส์เจมส์แม่ของมอร์ริสันสวมเสื้อสีทองแม่เจมส์เจมส์มอร์ริสันขับรถไปยังท้ายเมืองแม่เจมส์เจมส์มอร์ริสันกล่าวถึงตัวเอง กล่าว:"ฉันจะได้รับสิทธิลงการสิ้นสุดของเมืองและจะกลับมาในเวลาน้ำชา"พระเจ้าจอห์นใส่ค่าตัว"สูญหาย หรือถูกขโมย หรือหลงเจมส์เจมส์มอร์ริสันของแม่ดูเหมือนว่าจะมีการสูญหายออนไลน์ล่าสุดหลงคลับ:ของแอคคอร์ดเอง มากเธอพยายามที่จะได้ลงจะสิ้นสุดในตัวเมือง-รางวัล SHILLINGS สี่สิบ"เจมส์เจมส์Morrison มอร์ริสัน(โดยทั่วไปเรียกว่าจิม)บอกเขาความสัมพันธ์อื่น ๆไม่ต้องไปโทษเขาเจมส์เจมส์กล่าวว่า แม่ของเขา"แม่ เขากล่าวว่า พระองค์ตรัสว่า:"คุณต้องไม่เคยลงไปจุดสิ้นสุดของเมืองโดยไม่ปรึกษาฉัน"เจมส์เจมส์แม่ของมอร์ริสันยังไม่ได้ยินของตั้งแต่พระเจ้าจอห์นกล่าวว่า เขาขอโทษจึงพระราชินี และเจ้าชายพระเจ้าจอห์น(ใครบอก)เขารู้ว่า ที่อยู่ของคน:ถ้าท่านลงไปท้ายเมือง ดีใครทำอะไรได้บ้าง"(ตอนนี้แล้ว เบามาก)รีเซ่ม.ม.W.G.Du P.เอาดีC/0 M *** ของเขาเขาเองก็เท่านั้น 3J.J. กล่าวว่า เขาม ***"M *** เขากล่าวว่า พระองค์ตรัสว่า:" You-must-never-go-down-to-the-end-of- -เมือง -if-you-don't-go-down-with-ME "Here is a link if you would like to listen to someone read the poem out loud: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iHCxmhLJ3DMC) Short StoryHOME (1887)by Anton Chekhov"SOMEONE came from the Grigoryevs' to fetch a book, but I said you were not at home. The postman brought the newspaper and two letters. By the way, Yevgeny Petrovitch, I would like to ask you to speak to Seryozha. Today, and the day before yesterday, I have noticed that he is smoking. When I began to admonish him, he put his fingers in his ears as usual, and sang loudly to drown out my voice."Yevgeny Petrovitch Bykovsky, the prosecutor of the circuit court, who had just come back from a session and was taking off his gloves in his study, looked at Natalya Semyonovna, his son’s governess, as she made her report. Then he laughed."Seryozha smoking . . ." he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I can picture the little cherub with a cigarette in his mouth! Why, how old is he?""Seven. You think it is not important, but at his age smoking is a bad and pernicious habit, and bad habits ought to be nipped in the bud.""Perfectly true. And where does he get the tobacco?""He takes it from the drawer in your table.""Yes? In that case, send him to me."When the governess had gone out, Bykovsky sat down in an armchair before his writing table, shut his eyes, and started thinking. He pictured his Seryozha with a huge cigar, a yard long, in the midst of clouds of tobacco smoke, and this caricature made him smile; at the same time, the grave, troubled face of the governess called up memories of the long past, half-forgotten time when smoking aroused in his teachers and parents a strange, not quite intelligible horror. It really was horror. Children were mercilessly flogged and expelled from school, and their lives were made a misery on account of smoking, though not a single teacher or father knew exactly what was the harm or sinfulness of smoking. Even very intelligent people did not think twice before waging war on a vice which they did not understand. Yevgeny Petrovitch remembered the headmaster of the high school, a very cultured and good-natured old man, who was so appalled when he found a high school boy with a cigarette in his mouth that he turned pale, immediately summoned an emergency committee of the teachers, and sentenced the sinner to expulsion. This was probably a law of social life: the less an evil was understood, the more fiercely and coarsely it was attacked.The prosecutor remembered two or three boys who had been expelled and their subsequent life, and could not help thinking that very often the punishment did a great deal more harm than the crime itself. The living organism has the power of rapidly adapting itself and growing accustomed to any atmosphere whatever. If this weren’t true, man would be bound to feel at every moment what an irrational basis there often is underlying his rational activity, and how little of established truth and certainty there is even in work so responsible and so terrible in its effects as that of the teacher, of the lawyer, of the writer. . . .
Light and discursive thoughts, the kind that visit the brain only when it is weary and resting, began straying through Yevgeny Petrovitch's head; there is no telling from where and why they come, they do not remain long in the mind, but seem to glide over its surface without sinking deeply into it. For people who are forced for whole hours, and even days, to think by routine in
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