History Focus forAugust 19

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Ogden (Frederic) Nash (August 19, 1902)

Frederic Ogden Nash was born on August 19, 1902, in Rye, New York. He was descended from the Revolutionary War hero General Francis Nash, for whom Nashville, Tennessee, is named. As a child, Nash grew up in various places, moving all the time. He attended St. George's School in Newport, Rhode Island, and entered Harvard University. His family ran into financial problems, so he left Harvard after one year to find work.

After teaching for a year at St. George's, Nash went to New York City. There he tried selling bonds and writing advertising copy. In the mid-1920s he became a manuscript reader for a book publisher. About this time his humorous verse began to appear in The New Yorker magazine. Eventually he went to work on the staff of The New Yorker. His first book of verse, 'Hard Lines', appeared in 1931. Altogether he wrote 20 volumes of verse, including 'The Bad Parents' Garden of Verse' (1936), 'I'm a Stranger Here Myself' (1938), and 'Everyone but Thee and Me' (1962).

As his success continued he left publishing to devote his time to full time writing. In 1943 he wrote the lyrics and collaborated with S.J. Perelman on the book for the Broadway musical 'One Touch of Venus'. It was later made into a movie. He also appeared as a panelist on television shows. By the late 1940s Nash was the best-known American writer of humorous poetry. He died in Baltimore, Maryland, on May 19, 1971.

Sources: Compton’s Encyclopedia | Microsoft(R) Encarta(R) 96


Here are a few of the many Humerous poems of Ogden Nash

 

The Ostrich

The ostrich roams the great Sahara.
Its mouth is wide, its neck is narra.
It has such long and lofty legs,
I'm glad it sits to lay its eggs.


The Ant

The ant has made himself illustrious
Through constant industry industrious.
So what??
Would you be calm and placid
If you were full of formic acid?The Ant


Samson Agonistes

I test my bath before I sit,
And I'm always moved to wonderment
That what chills the finger not a bit
Is so frigid upon the fundament.


A Watched Example Never Boils

The weather is so very mild
That some would call it warm.
Good gracious. aren't we lucky, child?
Here comes a thunderstorm.

The sky is now indelible ink,
The branches reft asunder;
But you and I we do not shrink;
We love the lovely thunder.

The garden is a raging sea,
The hurricane is snarling;
Oh, happy you and happy me!
Isn't the lightning darling?

Fear not the thunder, little one.
It's weather, simply weather;
It's friendly giants full of fun
Clapping their hands together.

I hope of lightning our supply
Will never be exhausted;
You know its lanterns in the sky
For angels who are losted.

We love the kindly wind and hail,
The jolly thunderbolt,
We watch in glee the fairy trail
Of ampere, watt, and volt.

Oh, than to enjoy a storm like this
There's nothing I would rather,
Don't dive between the blankets, Miss!
Or else leave room for Father.

Ogden Nash

 



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