Illllllllllll i|i(i!U|iii|)in)||iii(!inMi(n! ii)iMiiin)ii.iiini iiniM niirhiinuhmmiiii ninnnlliiiiniilinliiniiiiiinljiijininjiiiiiiiiii iirnii|iii)iniiiniiiiniiiiMjiiniiiji)iiii).n)tiiiiM! IMIIIIII iHiiiniriiimjK/ imiliijirnilniii Class lE^^m^ GopyriglitN". C£iEmicHT 0£;rosm GRAY MONKS' LIBRARY Jungle Apes Abroad A Travesty on The World -War By SOL SUNDERLANDT^,.,ow.L.:3 Author of The Cave-Dwellers Cartoons by Adonis I X,T.t T.» T, TJ.XJULt ^ (AJ-\.\r Cj^tX/wnjC. i i'^CO^/^JJtJL "-r 1' ATLAS PUBLISHERS' EXCHANGE 2504 WILCOX AVENUE :: CHICAGO, ILLINOIS ,1* Copyright, 1917, by Atlas Publishers' Exchange OEC 27 1917 ©CI.A492049 Publishers' Preface THE tragic portrayal, in verse, of mankind exter- minated in the world-war, and replaced by jungle apes, transfixed our attention at once. We lost no time in closing our contract with the inspired author, upon whom a book-loving world are turning their wondering eyes. The soul-harrowing verses of the author, nobly sustained by the illustrations executed by Adonis, the famous cartoonist, are presented herein to the reading public. We hope that the circula- tion of this carefully prepared souvenir of the world's most ter- rible cataclysm will prove worthy of the merits, both of the poem and the cartoons. Atlas Publishers' Exchange. CANTO I. The Spectre Apes. UR scientists, found everywhere, Their faces plowed with lines of care. Explain the evolution plan Which has produced the race of man. First, starting back in nebulae. They tell how planets came to be. The planets hardened, but were hot; Then slowly cooled, began to rot The surface round. Then wriggling things. With neither legs nor show of wings, Became the earliest generations Of all the animal creations. They wriggle round some million years, Till higher range of life appears ; Then fins and legs and wings appeared, And natural selection steered The highest types of life yet known. These learned men have plainly shown That jungle apes, for ages long. Roamed through the woods in motley throng, Whilst struggling for some sort of speech Better than crudesome howl and screech. When man arrived at prouder shape. He full disdained the parent ape. The inter-racial wars we pass. When men gorillas did outclass, And back and forth, with club and spear, Smote every foe that did appear. Hammer of stone and oaken stick Wrought dire destruction, fast and thick. When mankind gained the best of it. The ape, with crude and clumsy wit. Abandoned conflicts at the front For plodding life of jungle hunt. The humans rose to culture vast, And on gorilla sires now cast [5] Yet haughtier frowns then e'er before. The merchant prince, with lavish store Of mortal comforts, strutted ronnd His rich estate's bemansioned ground. But, e'er his bliss was full complete, The call to war his ears did greet. The nations mustered right and left, Some million homes of sires bereft. Brothers and sons went forth to fight. Each for his king's ideas of right. In all this world-wide scourging war, The embattled hosts were fighting for The tweedledum and tweedledee Of polities of powers that be. Then nightmares, with new style of dread, Beset each weary statesman's head. Barons of this, and counts of that. Engaged in consequential chat To steer the tide of war, beheld A spectre which their heart-beats quelled With chilling terror. Bands of apes. With glaring eyes and hideous shapes. Each armed with knotted oaken stick. Thronged through the doorway, fast and thick. They circled round the men of state, And thus their chieftain did orate: ^^We come from out the jungles wild To see the human race beguiled To scourging war. For ages past We've owned gorilla bands outclassed In ways progressive. We had hope That man, with his ambitious scope. Would modify his breeding pen. So that contemporary men Could have some peaceful breathing space, The business of their age to face. Ye whipped us once beyond repair. Close faced within the jungle lair. But now you've reckless run your rope And fight each other, past all hope. When ye shipwreck in hopeless shape [6] 'Tis not the part of jungle ape To mend your plight. 'Tis ours to say, Build huger guns, and fight away. When full destroyed your fickle race, Such tragic dearth we'll bravely face. G-orilla bands will lift their heads, Build fairer bowers and daintier beds. We'll stalk abroad o'er human graves, Repeopling with gorilla braves. New comforts for ourselves we'll plan, As fades away the age of man. We shall be lords of thrift and peace. When all our human kindred cease." Those statesmen uttered groan and shriek, When grinning apes began to speak In human phrases, and to be Spokesmen of strange philosophy. Prompted they knew not whence. At last, After some moments time had passed, A noble lord rose to his feet. Those jungle arguments to meet. ** Believe ye then our sun has set, And ye alone the case have met With new-planned species, born to rule?" The ape replied, '^In rugged school Of universal war ye strive. Hoping some remnant may survive And longer rule the earth. Yet know The worlds move on, where'er ye go. To power or to destruction. Fight. And, if your species ends in blight, Then ours must plan the coming day, When your creations fade away." Each statesman's hopes to ashes turned. The assembly was declared adjourned. Whate'er the futures of those men, When such wild nightmares come again, They'll tremble for their godlike race. Lest jungle apes usurp their place. [9] CANTO II. The Vision of Count Von Snooks, MONGST the statesmen who had seen The spectre apes, of hideous mien, Was Count Von Snooks, a mighty man In every sort of world-war plan. Midst vast arrays of maps and books, Burdened with care, dwelt Count Von Snooks. Look now his frowning castle o'er. Built by Teutonic lords of yore, And oft repaired by modern hands. Upon the old ancestral lands Has grown a city, small in size. Yet full of statesmen great and wise. They live in mansions, copied close From feudal castles, I suppose. We know, from all their anxious looks. Their hopes are fixed on Count Von Snooks. The mighty statesman sat alone. Close heedful of his telephone, That problems international Might reach his notice first of all. In his arm chair he fell asleep. And fitful dreams did o'er him creep. A giant ape, of hideous looks. Towered o'er the chair of Count Von Snooks. The statesman's heart grew dumb with fear To see the creature standing near. The big brute grinned, and rubbed his chin. Then took a seat and did begin: ^'Fear not, statesman, brave and bold. And calm those features gray and old. I've come from jungles far away. And settled near your town to stay. Gorilla bands have followed me; Their settlements all men can see Within the timber round. Some day, As human armies melt away, [10] ,0 bfi We'll look around your streets, and find Such vacant mansions as my mind Delights in most. These we can hold, And thence exploit our projects bold. Fear not, my brave and learned friend. If you have power the case to mend Of your distracted race, proceed, And let us help you all you need.'' The creature grinned, and chuckled strange, The while his thoughts he did arrange. And then went on, ^'I only called That my new plans might be installed In harmony with yours. You see. There's no hostility in me. We've spurned our clubs; we shall not fight To champion the brute- world's right To dwell amongst mankind, or fill Their places when the dread foe kill. Pray, calm your fears, and tell me true What future hopes encourage you?" The old count clinched his teeth, and stared, And stammered long, so ill-prepared Was he to meet the case. At last His glimpses o'er the brute he cast. And hissed between his teeth, ^^Alas, Mankind have reached a shameful pass To treat with such as you. I know The nations through much grief must go Before the war shall cease. But yet I hope some higher plane they'll get, When peace shall come again, and dwell Midst luxuries that please them well." The scene dispelled, and others came. Through all the old count's grief and shame The days and months went fleeting by. Whilst brutish apes, beneath his eye. Grew stronger through the region. When, Out of the window of his den. He scanned a castle quaint and old, Which some rich baron long did hold, [13] Who now was slain, within the tower An ape had fixed his whimsie bower ; Upon the bed lay grim and rude. A, gothic window open stood, Through which the creature grinned at him. Then every wild gorilla whim Succeeded fast. For, high and low. Through those old rooms the apes did go, Eough handling all the furniture. And making their possession sure. The scene dispelled, but o'er and o'er. New dreams, each deadlier than before, Did rack the brain of Count Von Snooks. Amidst those dusty maps and books He madly stared. Some object rose. And swept so close it brushed his clothes. Then, seated in that haunted den. The royal ape faced him again. ^^My sapient friend,'' the creature said, ^'Some millions more of men are dead. The town where you were born and reared Belongs to apes, as you have feared. To some extent. And I myself Have risen to the topmost shelf. The mayor's castle now is mine. In ape society I shine. And visit men in midnight dreams. Creeping amongst the rafter beams; Eude arguing their future case. Persuading they have run their race." The scene dispelled. He dreamed again; And scarce a handful, now, of men Dwelt in the town around. Instead, Whichever way he turned his head, He saw gorillas strolling round. And claiming everything they found. In almost every mansion dwelt Gorillas who the problem felt Of reconstructing world affairs. Safe housed within their mansion lairs. [14] And now all human things were past; The count of all mankind was last. The apes ran things a little rough, But had ambition quite enough. They cherished, with full solemn looks, Their lonely guest, poor Count Von Snooks. At sundry times they came to him, Exploiting some seductive whim. They learned to reason more and more. And valued much the human lore Enmassed in his great library. Full well they knew, none more than he Had led mankind in wisdom's ways. They baited him with words of praise, And argued, in primeval way. With their strange guest from day to day. Beside the plans of mortal kind They briskly strove new paths to find For their advancement. Count Von Snooks Instructed them from human books; And, when new schemes they did essay. He helped them on their onward way. Gorilla dames of hideous looks Oft tried their wiles on Count Von Snooks, But he preferred to play the monk. And every courtship proved a flunk. Some centuries passed, yet Count Von Snooks Still dwelt on earth with vigorous looks. He did not age, his life was charmed. And no rude ape the wise guest harmed. Though dreary was the old count's life, With neither neighbor, child nor wife, His sincere friendship for the apes Was mutual help in countless shapes. Slowly the human fashions waned; Gorilla customs daily gained; Labored, of course, their progress was; And yet, so noble was their cause To remedy each old abuse, Their wit availed to clever use. [17] Where once extremes of rich and poor Made hardships painful to endure, Gorilla evolution brought The rude relief men long had sought; And ape lords now, in human place, Right nobly these reforms did face. They swung in hammocks everywhere, Or lounged back in some easy chair. Left by their human predecessors. Of whom they were the proud successors. They had few manufactured wares, But turned with dread from such dull cares. With patient help from Count Von Snooks, Some furniture of dubious looks They learned to make. Yet every ape Managed to live in ample shape. Though all could not be lords, of course. The faithful count was endless source Of good ideas to aid their plans To rearrange the world of man's. Whilst laboring with the apes. Von Snooks Lunged over on a heap of books. He woke from out that tragic dream, And all the world a maze did seem! The telephone now rallied him To listen to some warrior's whim. Each time he meets with statesmen now His wild nightmare he doth avow; And argues for some nobler shape Of world affairs than jungle ape Could ever plan, should he replace The frail, yet godlike, human race. [18] The Gray Monks' Library. WE have no means of knowing how vastly ancient the origin of the monastic institu- tions of mankind may have been. 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