The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Hole Book
Title: The Hole Book
Author: Peter Newell
Release date: January 11, 2022 [eBook #67144]
Most recently updated: October 18, 2024
Language: English
Original publication: United States: Harper & Brothers, 1908
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THE HOLE BOOK
By PETER NEWELL
HARPER & BROTHERS
NEW YORK
Copyright, 1908, by Harper & Brothers.
All rights reserved.
Published October, 1908.
THE HOLE BOOK
(Such follies should not be),
When—bang! the pesky thing went off
Most unexpectedly!
It scared him ’most to death—
He tumbled flat upon the floor
And fairly gasped for breath.
(The clock had just struck three),
Then made a hole clean through the wall,
As you can plainly see.
{5}
Was busying about,
When through the boiler crashed the shot
And let the water out!
The room was filled with steam,
And Bridget gathered up her skirts
And rushed out with a scream.
{7}
With “Sis” and Mabel Dunn,
Was swinging underneath the trees,
And having lots of fun,—
And cut the rope in two,
Then hurtled through the high board fence,
And to the ground came Sue!
{9}
Its body painted green—
The bullet struck its side and pierced
The tank of gasolene.
A tremor shook the air!
The passengers were tossed aloft
Amidst the smoke and glare!
{11}
Who had a medal won,
Was painting on “A Laughing Boy,”
Which work was all but done:
As through the room it ranged,
And through the canvas bored its way,
And the expression changed!
{13}
As sound as one could wish;
Beside her an aquarium
Was standing, stocked with fish:
And roused her from her nap—
And Granny found that she was drenched,
With goldfish in her lap!
{15}
Where animals were sold,
To buy a parrot with a tongue
That wouldn’t swear or scold;
And asked about the price,
The bullet plunged clean through a box
And freed a lot of mice!
{17}
His new Dutch pipe was trying,
When—bing! the bullet smashed the bowl
And sent the pieces flying!
Exclaimed the startled smoker.
“If I could git my hands on him,
Dere would be vone less joker!”
{19}
With fruit was laden down,
And Ned, below, appeared to be
The saddest boy in town;
And clipped a branching limb
Which bore a dozen pears or more
And passed it down to him!
{21}
Along the street was trailing,
When through the crown the bullet sped
And sent his hat a-sailing!
To Harvey Jones, behind him,
“By knocking off my high silk hat?”
But Harvey didn’t mind him.
{23}
Was going out to grind it,
When through the bag the bullet tore
And left a hole behind it!
Nor that a hole was in it,
And wondered why the load he bore
Grew lighter every minute.
{25}
And was about to land it,
When—snap! his fish-pole broke in two—
He couldn’t understand it.
It would have been more thrilling
If it had punctured Timothy,
Who was in need of drilling.
{27}
And roamed the gardens free;
The keeper, frightened at the sight,
Had climbed a lofty tree:
And with an agile bound,
It met the bullet in the air,
And tumbled to the ground!
{29}
Was in the kitchen shed;
The bullet drilled a hole through it
As on its way it sped.
As through the door she came.
“I’d spank de chile dat done dat trick,
Ef I could learn his name.”
{31}
In Russia born and bred,
Came ambling through the dusty street,
His wares above his head.
He shrilly cried. “I say—”
Just then his enterprise collapsed—
The shot had come that way.
{33}
And all the district knew it,
When—boom! the bass-drum sounded out—
The shot had gone clean through it!
And pointing at the drummer,
Exclaimed: “You sthart too soon, my friendt—
You make a better plumber!”
{35}
And shovelled on some coal,
When through the stove-pipe crashed the shot
And made a gaping hole!
The lady raised a shout;
Then on the scene the firemen came,
And put the lady out!
{37}
And crouched to make a spring;
The mousey couldn’t find a place
In which to hide—poor thing!
A fair-sized hole at that—
And in it dashed the frightened mouse,
And thus escaped the cat.
{39}
A clever chap was he;
For he had waited till the gong
Had summoned all to tea.
And smote the door-bell clear—
The butler reached the door in time
To see him disappear!
{41}
Was drooning “Robin Hood,”
And coaxing from the boys and girls
Such pennies as he could,
The drone became a sigh—
The fleeting shot had pierced the bag
Of wind in passing by!
{43}
These lads were fairly spoiling,
When through the bee-hive plunked the shot,
And set the pot a-boiling!
In temper hot and baneful,
And drove the foe in awful rout,
With volleys sharp and painful!
{45}
He found his hands were full;
It seemed determined to escape,
So strongly did it pull.
The kite-string neatly parted,
And, like an air-ship on a cruise,
His precious kite departed!
{47}
By pelting him with rice,
And keeping just beyond his reach—
Which wasn’t very nice.
That held the pup, and—joy!
He fairly sprinted through the air,
And nabbed that grocer boy!
{49}
With icings good and stout—
The bullet struck its armor belt,
And meekly flattened out.
The boy who fired the shot—
It might have gone clean round the world
And killed him on the spot.