This is an index, because it is in the back of the magazine. It is also a table of contents and a commentary.
Please remember that this imprint of The Village Magazine is not for sale, not
for reprinting or reviewing in any sense, and is indeed confidential and for my most charitable friends.
I want these one thousand copies to last until January first, 1921, so please, I
most earnestly beg, when you read the notice on page two, remember that the
letter that asks for a copy of the present imprint must certify that the person
who wants the book is indeed an intimate and patient friend of mine.
A short account of the first Village Magazine imprint, and the
evolution of the present imprint, ten years later.
An old plate, printed with too small type, but kept that way
because it was like that in the first imprint.
Dedication to Edward J. Wheeler.
A naughty page. Some will go no further, after reading this.
SECTION ONE: MY GANG
An account of the bottle volcanic, with illustrations.
Title page for an older publication, "The Tramp's Excuse," long
out of print, and never to be reprinted. Please do not send
to me for copies of this collection.
The Wizard Wind, illustration, and verse written for the same.
Crickets on a Strike.
The Village Improvement Parade. Pictures made in 1910, verses
many years later.
The Humble Bumble Bee.
Illustrations for a book I suppressed and destroyed.
Diabolical fantasies, not to be viewed too solemnly.
The Wedding of The Rose and the Lotus, being an illustrated
rhymed pamphlet, separately distributed, about the time of
the opening of the Panama Canal, and the Panama Pacific
Exposition; and the verse now revised and corrected.
Dancing for a Prize.
The Visit to Mab,--picture from the first Village Magazine
imprint, an verse written long after.
A series of pictures of the moon , with verses for the same. The
only new one is The Traveller. There is an old picture of
"The Moon's A Holy Owl Queen" on the back of the present magazine.
SECTION TWO: THE SOUL OF THE CITY AND
THE SOUL OF THE VILLAGE
An Editorial on Conversion, from the first imprint.
The Soul of The City Recieves the Gift of the Holy Spririt,
being some pictures drawn in 1913, and verses written
after to fit them, and the whole distributed as a tract in
Springfield, Illinois, particularly to an audience at the First
Methodist Church, one Sunday evening, at the generous
invitation of the Rev. A. C. Piersel.
The Milkweed, the Sunflower, and the Robin.
A Picture of the Taj Mahal, and an editorial on the same, for
the local building contractor.
An Editorial For The Wise Man in The Metropolis, Concerning The
Humble Agricultural Village in Central Illinois.
The above is the principal editorial of the first imprint of The Village
Magazine. It is perhaps interesting as not before, because it
quotes from many newspapers of the Spoon River region,
four years before the great Anthology appeared. They help to
indicate what I have always maintained, that Edgar Lee Masters
and myself see Central Illinois with much the same eyes, and
those who think otherwise understand neither Mr. Masters nor
myself. There is more uplift for me in Masters' writing than in
any sermons I have ever heard. The man who cannot be exhilarated by
Spoon River Anthology is a mighty poor citizen, with his soul
rotted out with bunk and molasses.
An Editorial on The Holiness of Beauty for the Village Pastor.
My good friend Harriet Monroe has done me the honor
to frame this editorial and hang it in her office.
The Angel and the Clown, a picture with verse for the same.
The dry section of the magazine.
A Little Dryad, being a picture from the first imprint of the
magazine, and a verse written long after.
An Editorial for the Art Student who has returned to the village.
Edward J. Wheeler filled me with pride and vanity by quoting this editorial in Current Literature.
The Illinois Village.
Concerning the Acorns on the Cover, and Through the Book.
SECTION THREE: BEING THE IRRELEVANT SECTION
Many people will dislike the general theme of this magazine. For such this irrelevant section is made.
Why should I become vexed and squeaky when my sermon is not appreciated? I certainly hate the other
fellow's sermon, no matter what the subject, whether he defends Heaven or Hell.
So I here beg friend and foe to forget the argument a moment.
Quiz, Or The Beetle's Dream.
The Storm Flower. Picture and verse written for the same.
The Spider and The Ghost of The Fly. Picture and verse written for the same.
The Battle. This is indeed a confidential communication. It is
my first picture, drawn in 1897, and the verse written the
same day. I humbly submit that possibly much of my work
is still inscriptional and hieroglyphic, rather than vocal.
A Song in July, concerning Sinbad the Sailor and Atlantis.
INTERREGNUM OF ABOUT TEN YEARS
All the pictures that follow have been made this year;--all of them through page 108,
on Pullman Cars with a fountain pen, and afterwards retraced in black. They may
be considered among other things, a protest against being classed by hasty
newspaper editors who have not read a line of my books, as being exclusively
an exponent of jazz. These same editors also missed the point that there is a
touch of irony in the few jazzes I have written, and in the kallyope yell also.
I commend to these editors the Page of Owls, particularly the second verse, about the owl ghosts.
The Land Horse and The Sea Horse.
A page of Dangerous Beasts.
Girls We All Know.
A Nature Study Page.
A Roast on the Imagists. I hope this will not be taken too seriously by
the Imagists. But I am remembering newspaper editors who send
young reporters to me asking if I am an imagist, and then asking
me what an imagist is, anyway, and then asking me if I was not
born in Scandinavia, and then asking me if I have written any
books, and then asking me my laundry mark, and what my sorrow
is and the romance of my life. Incidentally I would like to
congratulate Upton Sinclair most heartily on his book, The Brass
Check. But as to the Imagists...
SECTION FOUR: GOLDEN BOOK SECTION
Containing a brief prospectus of a book with wings that will appear in various forms in Springfield, November 2018.
How The Golden Book will come flying out of the fireplace.
Concerning Windows, Opening Into Infinity.
Concerning A Parade of Anvils with Cyclone wings, and how I hope I
have drawn my pictures like a blacksmith.
Certain discussions of the days of the Golden Book, mixed in with my
own prejudices in regard to my own adventures today, and such
A discussion of The International Flag, which My Lady Avanel will
carry and defend, one hundred years hence. My hypothetical
International Flag, made of the flags from the Standard Dictionary.
Picture Fantasy of The Golden Book and its escort.
Verse concerning The Angels of the Angels, with the flags of the