The Song of the Library Staff

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J. R. Anderson, 1906 - Librarians - 14 pages
 

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Page 14 - With contentment on her features and a date-stamp in her hand. As they feed beasts at the circus to appease their hungering rage, So she throws this man a poet and she drops that man a sage; And her wild beasts growl in fury when they do not like her meat, — When the sage is tough and fibrous and the bard not over-sweet ; And some retire in frenzy, lashing wrathfully about, When the intellectual spare-rib that they most affect is out. But she feeds 'em, and she leads 'em, and beguiles 'em with...
Page 8 - ... she sweetly takes all knowledge for her province, as did Bacon, All the fruit that's dropped and mellowed since the Knowledge tree was shaken, All the ologies of the colleges, all the isms of the schools, All the unassorted knowledges she assorts by Cutter's rules ; Or tags upon each author in large labels that are gluey Their place in Thought's great Pantheon in decimals of Dewey ; Oh, joy! to see the Library staff perpetually jogging, And to see the Cataloger in the act of cataloging.
Page 10 - See the Reference Librarian and the joys that appertain to her; Who shall estimate the contents and the area of the brain to her? See the people seeking wisdom from the four winds ever blown to her, For they know there is no knowledge known to mortals but is known to her; See...
Page 12 - See the Children's gay Librarian! Oh, what boisterous joys are hers As she sits upon her whirl-stool, throned amid her worshippers, Guiding youngsters seeking wisdom through Thought's misty morning light; Separating Tom and Billy as they clinch in deadly fight; Giving lavatory treatment to the little hand that smears With the soil of crusted strata laid by immemorial years; Teaching critical acumen to the youngsters munching candy, To whom books are all two classes — they are either "bum...
Page 10 - All converging rays of wisdom focussed just beneath her cranium: She is "stuffed with erudition as you'd stuff a leather cushion, And wisdom is her specialty — it's marketing her mission. How they throng to her, all empty, grovelling in their insufficience ; How they come from her, o'erflooded by the sea of her omniscience ! And they know she knows she knows things, — while she drips her learned theses The percentage of illiteracy perceptibly decreases. Ah, they know she knows she knows things,...
Page 14 - Calm and cool amid the tumult see the desk attendant stand, With contentment on her features and a datestamp in her hand. As they feed beasts at the circus to appease their hungering rage, So she throws this man a poet and she drops that man a sage. And her wild beasts growl in fury when they do not like her meat— When the sage is tough and fibrous and the bard not over-sweet. . . But she feeds 'em and she leads 'em, and beguiles 'em with sweet guile, And wounds 'em with a two-cent fine and heals...
Page 16 - Sing, O Muse ! the Head Librarian and the joy that's her'n or his'n. See him, see her, his or her head weighted with the lore of time, Trying to expend a dollar when he only has a dime ; Tailoring appropriations — and how deftly he succeeds, Fitting his poor thousand dollars to his million dollar needs.
Page 10 - All converging rays of wisdom focusscd just beneath her cranium; She is stuffed with erudition as you'd stuff a leather cushion, And her wisdom is her specialty — it's marketing her mission. How they throng to her, all empty, grovelling in their insufficience; How they come from her, o'erflooilcd by the sea of her omniscience!
Page 18 - When he tries to please the sinners, hear the numerous saints' complaints; And some want a Bowdlered Hemans and an expurgated Watts; Some are shocked beyond expression at the sight of naked thoughts, And he smooths their fur the right way, and he placates him or her, And those who come to snarl and scratch remain behind to purr. Oh, the gamesome glad Librarian gushing with his gurgling glee ! — Here I hand my resignation, — 'tis a theme too big for me. THE...
Page 6 - Every language spoke at Babel in the books that pile her table, Every theme discussed since Adam — song or story, fact or fable! And she sweetly takes all knowledge for her province, as did Bacon, All the fruit that's dropped and mellowed since the Knowledge tree was shaken, All the ologies of the colleges, all the isms of the schools, All the unassorted...

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