Tree with a Bird in it

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page38" name="page38"></SPAN>[38]</span></p> <div><SPAN name="h2H_4_0024" id="h2H_4_0024"></SPAN></div> <h2> <i>The Benet Brothers</i> </h2> <p class="quote"> (They sing arm in arm, Stephen Vincent having rather more to do with the verse and William Rose with the chorus. Their sister Laura is too busy looking for a fairy under the tree to add to the family contribution.)</p> <h3> THE GRACKLE OF GROG </h3> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <p class="i2"> It was old Yale College </p> <p class="i4"> Made me what I am&mdash; </p> <p class="i2"> You oughto heard my mother </p> <p class="i4"> When I first said damn! </p> <p class="i2"> I put a pin in sister's chair, </p> <p class="i4"> She jumped sky-high ... </p> <p class="i2"> I don't know what'll happen </p> <p class="i4"> When I come to die! </p> </div> <div class="stanza"> <p class="i2"> <i>But oh, the stars burst wild in a glorious crimson whangle,</i> </p> <p class="i2"> <i>There was foam on the beer mile-deep, mile-high, and the pickles were piled like seas,</i> </p> <p class="i2"> <i>N&oelig;ara's hair was a flapper's bob that turned to a ten-mile tangle,</i> </p> <p class="i2"> <i>And the forests were crowded with unicorns, and gold elephants charged up trees!</i> </p> </div> </div> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page39" name="page39"></SPAN>[39]</span></p> <div style="height: 2em;"><br/><br/></div> <div class="figure"> <SPAN name="image-0008"></SPAN> <SPAN href="images/i006.jpg"><ANTIMG src="images/i006.png" width-obs="300" height-obs="450" title="Caricature of the Benet brothers" alt="(caricature of the Benet brothers)" /></SPAN></div> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page40" name="page40"></SPAN>[40]</span></p> <div style="height: 2em;"><br/><br/></div> <p><!--[Blank Page]--><br/></p> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page41" name="page41"></SPAN>[41]</span></p> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <p class="i2"> Forceps in the dentist's chair, </p> <p class="i4"> Razors in the lather ... </p> <p class="i2"> Lord, the black experience </p> <p class="i4"> I've had time to gather ... </p> <p class="i2"> But I've thought of one thing </p> <p class="i4"> That may pull me through&mdash; </p> <p class="i2"> I'm a reg'lar devil </p> <p class="i4"> But the Devil was, too! </p> </div> <div class="stanza"> <p class="i2"> <i>There were thousands of trees with knotholed knees that kicked in a league-long rapture,</i> </p> <p class="i4"> <i>Birds green as a seasick emerald in a million-mile shrieking row&mdash;</i> </p> <p class="i2"> <i>It was sixty dollars or sixty days when the cop had made his capture....</i> </p> <p class="i4"> <i>But God! the bun was a gorgeous one, and the Faculty did not know!</i> </p> </div> </div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />