The Glugs of Gosh

by C. J. Dennis

THE GLUGS OF GOSH

THE SWANK

THE GLUGS
OF GOSH

By C.J. DENNIS

Sydney. Angus & Robertson Ltd.

THE
GLUGS OF GOSH

BY

C. J. DENNIS

Author of "The Songs of a Sentimental Bloke,"
"The Moods of Ginger Mick," "Doreen," etc.

With Illustrations by Hal Gye

SYDNEY

ANGUS & ROBERTSON LTD.

CASTLEREAGH STREET
1917

Printed by W. C. Penfold & Co. Ltd., 183 Pitt Street, Sydney
for
Angus & Robertson Ltd.

London: The Oxford University Press
New York: John Lane Company
Toronto: S. B. Gundy

Of the verses here printed the following appeared originally in "The Bulletin." Sydney : Numbers I., II., III., VI., VII., .XI, and the "Second Rhyme of Sym." The remaining verses, are now published for the first time.

Copyright in Canada and the United States of America.

Dramatic, Cinema and and all other Rights are reserved.

TO MY WIFE

CONTENTS
		Page
I.	THE GLUG QUEST Follow the river and cross the ford . . .	13
II.	JOI, THE GLUG The Glugs abide in a far, far land . . .	21
III.	THE STONES OF GOSH Now, here is a tale of the Glugs of Gosh . . .	27
IV.	SYM, THE SON OF JOI Now, Joi, the rebel, he had a son . . .	35
V.	THE GROWTH OF SYM Now, Sym was a Glug; and 'tis mentioned so . . .	43
VI.	THE END OF JOI They climbed the trees ... As was told before . . .	51
VII.	THE SWANKS OF GOSH Come mourn with me for the land of Gosh . . .	59
VIII.	THE SEER Somewhere or other, 'tis doubtful where . . .	71
IX.	THE RHYMES OF SYM Nobody knew why it should be so . . .	81
X.	THE DEBATE He was a Glug of simple charm . . .	97
XI.	OGS It chanced one day, in the middle of May . . .	109
XII.	EMILY ANN Government muddled, departments dazed . . .	115
XIII.	THE LITTLE RED DOG The Glugs still live in the land of Gosh . . .	125

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

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Frontispiece

AS GLUG BLAMED GLUG -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -

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"AND NOW," SAID THE TEACHER -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -

46

O'ER THE PROPHECY PORED -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -

72

QUOG TOOK THE CHAIR -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -

82

ON THE ROYAL DOOR-MAT -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -

115

TAKING THE AIR -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -      -

125

LET him who is minded to meet with a Glug
Pluck three hardy hairs from a rabbit-skin rug;
⁠Blow one to the South, and one to the West,
⁠Then burn another and swallow the rest.
And who shall explain 'tis the talk of a fool,
He's a Glug! He's a Glug of the old Gosh school!
⁠And he'll climb a tree, if the East wind blows,
⁠In a casual way, just to show that he knows ...
⁠⁠Now, tickle his toes!
⁠⁠Oh, tickle his toes!
⁠And don't blame me if you come to blows.
⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠—Old Gosh Rhyme