Er, the middle link goes to a wonderful page with this title:

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If that's deliberate, it's wonderful. If it's not, it's still wonderful.

William Harrison -- Tippecanoe!
Went out without his coat;
He took an oath, an ague too --
And that was all she wrote.

In Central Park, the boats do sail,
And happy folks stroll by;
Who now recalls this urban vale
Was proto-CGI?

One day Ike was President,
His SecDef also ran GM.
They dreamed of highroads of cement --
I wonder what became of them?

Here is the lady from Amherst, MA
Who'd no time to stop, and was stopped for anon;
In her time she was all but alone (so they say)
But the third in the carriage is bearing her on.

Aw, come on, were you expecting me to do anything else?

James Buchanan

It mortified him to be called
America's worst president.
Now, helpless, he can only watch
his ceded throne, and George's ascent.

Mike, that's exactly what I expected, and it's lovely.

Cleveland was unique among
Our Chief Executives
For serving terms of office that were
Non-consecutive.

Friend to business, banker's pal, he
Hobnobbed with fat cats.
Sound Money man, he was the perfect
Bourbon Democrat.

Alfred Packer! (the subject of the guess who quatrain) I read about him in a book of "strange and mysterious events in US history." (Scholastic Publishing used to be full of weird stuff like this that you could mail order.) Anyway, they said that at one point students at Harvard had campaigned to call one of their dining halls the Alfred Packer Memorial Dining Hall until someone in admin did the research. Even if urban legend, it's a great story.

That's "Alferd."

I keep wondering if the folks at CU in Boulder (actual home of the Alferd Packer Grill) have thought of making the school mascot the alpaca.

The old Pioneer Museum in Fort Collins used to display a cane made by the famous maneater whilst in stir (and before he got sprung by Bonfils and Tammen). Now the museum is in a bigger building, and due to some idea of modern museum management, they only show about a tenth of their stuff.

Were Bonfils and Tammen ever in office? I thought they were newspapermen.

The dining-hall story is real, but it's in Colorado, not Cambridge.

Tomorrow is St. Valentine's Day,
And Alphonse has a score:
Let in the guys, that after play
Never departed more.

(I know, the Wiseguy Shakespeare has been long idle.)

These are the men who are crossing the plains
Laying iron rails through the Western unknown;
These are the people passed by by the trains,
This is a buffalo, this is a bone.

Speaking of Bonfils and Tammen:

Bon and Tam of Denver Post
With Justice (Dame) made quite a threesome.
Spilled Teapot Dome ahead of most
Because the perps declined to grease 'em.

Though vox pop cheered his trav'lers tales:
Typee – Omoo as well –
All sail was raised for mockery
From "Call me Ishmael."

"You will not crucify mankind
Upon a cross of gold!"
Said Bryan, whose campaigns went on
To fold, and fold, and fold.

In ninety-six and ought and eight
He kept on rudely tryin'
To get elected President,
That William Jennings Bryan.

In later years, he served as one
Of Woodrow Wilson's men
And, lastly, on the high school stage
Inheriting the wind.

Bonfils and Tammen didn't actually spring Packer, but they got him sprung by way of a crusade they ran in the Post. At least that's what I remember from multiple readings of Gene Fowler's Timber Line (which was also a source for the musical "The Unsinkable Molly Brown").

Here's a cultural one:

UNPREPARED
John Cage's music, still unchanged
Runs from zen to violence,
His lawyers, uncaged, get deranged
If someone steals his silence.

Our 37th President
Played Checkers with aplomb.
And as a White House resident
He dropped a lot of bombs.

Eisenhower tried to drop him
From the ticket in '56.
Nothing doing. Dick was wise
To Ike and Stassen's naive tricks.

After 1962,
He told reporters, "Now that you
Have me to kick around no more
Your readers will begin to snore."

As President, he startled us
By paying court to Mao
And, even stranger, offering that
"We are all Keynesians now."

But for all his psychodrama
And secret wars in Indochina
And bugging of psychiatrists
And Kissingerian games of Risk--

America, you submit yourself
To rudely be played tricks on.
The means by which you manage this
Is Richard Milhous Nixon.

Precedential
Jackson's controversy boils
When Van B's hired to assist him
"To the victor belongs the spoils,"
Sniffs Marcy -- thus our present system.

This is just to say
that my verse will launch, why, millions
Of parodies. Involving fruit.
Signed, William Carlos Williams.

There's a yellow rose in Texas--
That I am going to See--
Nobody else could miss Her--
Not half so much as Me.

You can talk about your Emerson--
And sing of H. Thoreau--
But the King Hell Transcendentalist--
Is me, as you well Know.

Oh, take me back behind the El
and give me pleasures heady:
A Coney hot dog of the mind
and Lawrence Ferlinghetti.

Babs

The oldest of the spawn she bore
Is currently the president;
He was elected five to four;
Used courts to trump the states.

Emily Dickinson
Denied the public's auctions--
She spurned-- a famous splash--
Mixed poetic concoctions
And-- kept-- in-- every-- dash--

Can they include current events?

A man's polls went to hell in a carriage
"What to do, what to do," he cried loudly
"I know," his advisors said proudly
"We must all prohibit gay marriage!"

Oh, oops. xaxa rhyming scheme. Ah well, back to the drawing board.

One wonders if it really was
The peeking of a breast
Or the symbol of his post by which
John Ashcroft was distressed.

(Hey, he's history now!)

Two vast and legless feet of clay,
Stand on the nation's throat.
Can storm and flood wash all away?
Not if liars count the vote.

Oh, dear. I wasn't going to even read this thread...

"The world will little note, nor long
Remember what we say here."
"The war is done, the evening long,
I think you'll like the play, dear."

Our finest wordsmith used his prose
To lead, debate and set slaves free.
But as subsequent history shows,
He stank at prophecy.

Nice, Abi. Linkmeister, the rhyme scheme isn't specified.

Emily Dickinson has now been done three times.

Mike, I loved the stanza for Alphonse (after Ophelia, yes?), and the other stanza that accompanied it.

Thank you for the kind word, Teresa. As for the following, please excuse the meter. My muse flees in the presence of small children.

I
We start with God (or Gods, or none)
Then speech and press, assembling:
The ways and means that anyone
Can ask for change to anything.

II
But might makes right, or helps it thrive
Against the worst ill wishers.
So guns can keep the State alive
In well-regulated Militias.

III
The homely castle where you live
Affords no soldier boarder.
The third amemdment lets you give
New meaning to "No quarter!"

IV
Your property and self are your own
And none may search or take them
Unless probable cause can be shown
And warrants evidence make them.

V
Due process of law is next in our reach
As part of the health of the nation.
Trials are needed, and only one each
Without any self incrimination.

VI
In criminal trials, a jury must sit
And witnesses be openly heard.
Counsel assists, and the state will commit
To compel defence witnesses' word.

VII
Where common law suits are tried
And sums are more than a score
A jury request cannot be denied
Nor appeals their findings ignore.

VIII
Excessive bail shall not be imposed
Lest poverty tyranny fuel.
And punishments, however composed,
Should not be unusual or cruel.

IX
Naming rights here does not deny
That for the people others exist.
And inclusion herein does not imply
Disparagement to the ones missed.

X
Our Federal nation is made of States
To whom other powers are reserved.
The People as well, in any debates,
Must have their control preserved.

Somewhat less comprehensively ...

Knowing that his war record shone,
His whole campaign he bet.
Swift boats are fast -- he should have known
That lies are swifter yet.

General Douglas MacArthur

"I shall return!" he boldly cried,
His modal quite specific.
Then, while regretting those who died,
Reconquered the Pacific.

Teddy
This Rider Rough, in Nineteen-two
The frightened cub declined to shoot.
Had he been President today
His Veep would have been glad to do't.

Ronnie
He cocked his head, looked left and right
Then opened up his lips and lied.
For years of this, he's credited
With Communism's ebbing tide.

Tecumseh's ghost did weep
At Harrison's vict'ry sweep -
But the ghost did grin
At Harrison's coffin

Teddy, Teddy, burning bright
From San Juan Hill to jungle's night
O, for your Trust-bustin', tree-huggin' mein
To ride the halls of gov'ment again!

With all due respect to
The cult of TR
I don't think we need more
Imperial wars.

Sigh...people, not general history. Read the rules...

My namesake:
"Remember the Ladies" she asked of her John
As he and the Framers defined all Man's rights.
Those rights were not given, by husband or son,
But taken by daughters and sisters with fights.

Another MacArthur one:

The Saviour of the Phillipines
in North Korea mired,
cried 'nuke them all to save the day!'
-- and then was promptly fired.

Laura
Our heroine came to be known
as Canada's Paul Revere,
But nowadays she lends her name
to a great chocolatier.

All hail the New York millionaire
Whose fellow richies called him rat.
He fought Depression, made fascists beware,
This nation's greatest Democrat.

A man played on a blue guitar
Then raised and smashed it to the ground.
Though acid might have made him mar
The music, he just abhorred the sound.

A tribute to the founders of my university:

Lawyer, Merchant, Railroad tycoon
Governor of his state
Decades gone, but still on his Farm
Die Luft der Freiheit weht.

Her only child lost - oh how she mourned
But sorrow gave way to determination.
As she sold her jewels to make it strong
"The children of California shall be our children."

(Jane and Leland Stanford)

George Washington

For his second term, beat Burr by 1-3-0 votes
His teeth were wood.
His word was good.
And he stood up in rowboats.

George Washington

For his second term, beat Burr by 1-3-0 votes.
His teeth were wood.
His word was good.
And he stood up in rowboats.

(gah, sorry.)

Though both are scions of privilege
And members of the same closed club,
The father proudly is a Bush,
The son is scarcely a thin Shrub.

Robert W. Service wrote many a poem
Of how the Yukon'd never been--
They generally rhyme, and tho' he's dead at this time
He'll be back when the ice-worms nest again.

(*cough* I should probably stick to the visual arts...)

Frederick W Goudy

Of all the typographers ever about, he
Stands high in the national feeling,
Creating the faces of which we are proud. (We
Can hide all the s h e e p we've been s t e a l i n g.)

Ursula, we read your blog for the wordplay, or at least the words...

here's my poor try;

The children farm all day long
seeds of higher learning plant
until encouraged to bloom and grow
in colleges of land-grant

Hee! It's been a while since I've hung out at Eratosphere, but it's the best online poetry workshop I know of.

Another day within the manse,
Another manscript was torn --
The lonely, blocked-up writer's life
Of Nathaniel Q. Hawthorne.

---L.

She cast a gaze seductive blue,
Dressed destined to go far,
And, once stained, her reputation flew,
When in turn, she accepted a cigar.

The Greatest Generation
A footstep in tomorrow;
A bright new vision clear:
They led us out of sorrow
But did they mean to lead us here?

They host our little water-hole,
Inspire all to reach new heights,
Disemvowel the unmannered troll,
And reveal numinous sights and sites.

(Need I say ...)?

Downtrodden slaves, reclaimed their soul
By mutiny on the barque Creole;
Escaping slavery soon they found
Their freedom on Bahamian ground.

JFK (in his day)
Started the first space race.
We were soon at the moon.
Is Mars the next space place?

Ink-handed Horace bade him go
"West! young man" or so the stories tell
In prairie soil both corn and minds grow strong
Josiah Bushnell Grinnell

Sic transit Saturn V

The guys at NASA threw away
The program's greatest glory.
Now we don't even go to space,
The Shuttle's a broken lorry.

Of rosy-fingered dawn he wrote
Both the Trojans and the Greeks were smote
His identity may remain unclear
But his language requires no special ear

Joe married once, then twice, then thrice
As God had said he should
Restored celestial paradise
And saw that it was good

To end injustice was, he thought,
A war to peacefully be fought;
The Nobel Prize was just the thing
To honour Martin Luther King.

LBJ

We ought to execrate the man
For whom escalation was the plan;
But praise him when he helped the fights
For civil and for voting rights.

B. A. Baraccus, Murdoch, and Face,
helped Hannibal out of many a tight space.
Four lovable birds of a feather,
we loved it when a plan came together.

60s.

Power from a gun barrel springs, said Mao.
Make love, not war! said Abby.
They're dead; but we, again at war,
Still debate their savvy.

American detective history?

Goodwin was a gumshoe
Wolfe had the intellect
While Archie performed the derring-do
Nero always nailed the suspect

I've been waiting for an open thread--I come here for advice now... I can't wait any longer, I'm sorry! I'm about to spend some Amazon.com gift certificates, and I'm looking at buying DVD's of the first two seasons of Deadwood. That's the show some of you really liked, right? The 2-season set is $129.95 and I have $125.00 in gcs, so I'm blowing my whole wad on this. This is the show, right? I've never seen it--I don't get HBO.

It's on sale, and there are only 5 left in stock, so I can't wait much longer.

Again, sorry for the off-topic comment. :-/

UPDATE: How did I fail to notice Open Thread 66? And here we are just hours away from 6/6/06.

Moderator, feel free to move previous comment (and this one) to Open Thread 66...

as an online discussion grows longer
and participants grow less fonder,
there is higher and higher probability
that someone's going to call someone "Nazi".

Linkmeister

That's because Archie was busy nailing Lily Rowan.

heh.

The Horror Garden

The seeds that Baltimore did sow
Providence tended well;
Where, watered as they were by Poe,
They bloomed for HPL.

By the way, the wooden teeth thing was an urban legend. Still is, I guess.

By Stuyvesant his sword was banned
Who would expel his nation;
Upon the wall he made his stand:
Conscription, liberation.

The Horror Garden II: The Return of Horror Garden

From gothic stock grow modern strains
Of monsters, ghosts, and hexes.
What Stephen King once did for Maine
Joe Lansdale does for Texas.

Kip

I know. So was the cherry tree incident (on which the line "his word was good" is based) and the image of him standing in the boat while crossing the Delaware.

Sarah, I shoulda used the word "nabbed" to avoid any hint of salaciousness. ;) And have you forgotten Lucy Valdon?

A bit mortified that I didn't read that more carefully. I mean, it was only four lines long. Oy well.

A bit mortified that I didn't read that more carefully. I mean, it was only four lines long. Oy well.

In that case:

Millard put the First Bath in
And said, "The muck stops here."
Raise rubber ducks to praise his name
And fill more tubs of cheer!

Blam!
thud

To honour President U.S. Grant
New Yorkers found more room
To house the wife of the president
With hubby, in Grant's Tomb.

They griped, the men, in disrespect
that Major John Wes' Powell'd commanded:
"To hear him tell it, you'd suspect
he ran the Canyon single-handed!"

Any room for Europeans?

His inspiration may have flowed
through archetypes from sleep
But Freud and Jung he surely showed
that ce n'est pas un pipe

A former New Yorker Asks:

I doubt that anyone would show
Up here who has forgot Don Regan;
But what I really want to know
Is: who the fck was Major Deegan?

As soon as my registration is approved, I'm going to stick this one over there, as it sneaks in a personal hero under cover.

Orval Faubus

Had he maintained his principles
He'd be one of the greats.
As it was, he got his hiney
Kicked by kids and Daisy Bates.

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It sounds like a game Gail Armstrong might play on her weblog, with Canadian or French history instead of American.

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spam with no reply address? what's the payload?

That Youtube address, I think. (Some sites automagically turn URLs into links.)