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The Society Upon the Stanislaus


is Harte's poem published in the anthology, Little Masterpieces of American Wit and Humor (1903)
The Society Upon the Stanislaus
Arthur Lakes, Dinosaur Bones at Como Bluff, Wyoming, late 1800s
I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James;
I am not up to small deceit, or any sinful games;
And Iโ€™ll tell in simple language what I know about the row
That broke up our Society upon the Stanislow.

But first I would remark, that it is not a proper plan
For any scientific gent to whale his fellow-man,
And, if a member donโ€™t agree with his peculiar whim,
To lay for that same member for to โ€œput a headโ€ on him.

Now, nothing could be finer or more beautiful to see
Than the first six monthsโ€™ proceedings of that same society,
Till Brown of Calaveras brought a lot of fossil bones
That he found within a tunnel near the tenement of Jones.

Then Brown he read a paper, and he reconstructed there,
From those same bones an animal that was extremely rare,
And Jones then asked the chair for a suspension of the rules,
Till he could prove that those same bones was one of his lost mules.

Then Brown he smiled a bitter smile, and said he was at fault;
It seemed he had been trespassing on Jonesโ€™s family vault:
He was a most sarcastic man, this quiet Mr. Brown,
And on several occasions he had cleaned out the town.

Now, I hold it is not decent for a scientific gent
To say another is an assโ€”at least, to all intent;
Nor should the individual who happens to be meant
Reply by heaving rocks at him to any great extent.

Then Abner Dean of Angelโ€™s raised a point of orderโ€”when
A chunk of old red sandstone took him in the abdomen,
And he smiled a kind of sickly smile, and curled up on the floor,
And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more.

For, in less time than I write it, every member did engage
In a warfare with the remnants of a palรฆozoic age;
And the way they heaved those fossils in their anger was a sin,
Till the skull of an old mammoth caved the head of Thompson in.

And this is all I have to say of these improper games,
For I live at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James;
And Iโ€™ve told in simple language what I know about the row
That broke up our Society upon the Stanislow.

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