English poem
Arnold Bennett
by Oliver Herford (1863–1935)
'Tis very comforting to know That every other day or so A Book by Bennett will appear To charm the Western Hemisphere. I see him now, with zeal sublime, Pounding from dawn to dinner-time Four typewriters, with hands and feet. When the four novels are complete, He'll fold, and send ' grande vitesse His Quadrumanuscript to press. P. S. Just think how much we'd have to read If Bennett were a centipede O. H.