Does anyone else know some classoc literature about -
Manhood.
Just saw the ad for the first time.
What’s wrong with it?
I like it.
NIKE is dead to my family.
Gillette? Well - their message is the same as mine, it seems.
Real
Men
Love
Women
and
our
Daughters.
If youre a man
You dont need to read about how to be one
Work hard
Protect your family
Nurture your children
Be skilled in all wilderness traits
Have tools and know how to use them
Stay in shape
Learn good cooking
Be an expert in massaging your wife
Know mathematics well
Teach the truth
Love
Across the fields of yesterday,
He sometimes comes to me,
A little lad just back from play,
The boy I used to be.
He looks at me so wistfully,
When once hes crept within,
It is as if he hoped to see
The man I might have been.
The Quitter
________________________________________
When youre lost in the Wild, and youre scared as a child,
And Death looks you bang in the eye,
And youre sore as a boil, its according to Hoyle
To cock your revolver and . . . die.
But the Code of a Man says: Fight all you can,
And self-dissolution is barred.
In hunger and woe, oh, its easy to blow . . .
Its the hell-served-for-breakfast thats hard.
Youre sick of the game! Well, now thats a shame.
Youre young and youre brave and youre bright.
Youve had a raw deal! I knowbut dont squeal,
Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight.
Its the plugging away that will win you the day,
So dont be a piker, old pard!
Just draw on your grit, its so easy to quit.
Its the keeping-your chin-up thats hard.
Its easy to cry that youre beatenand die;
Its easy to crawfish and crawl;
But to fight and to fight when hopes out of sight
Why thats the best game of them all!
And though you come out of each grueling bout,
All broken and battered and scarred,
Just have one more tryits dead easy to die,
Its the keeping-on-living thats hard.
Robert Service, 1907
Gillette, French for homosexual?
Also from Kipling - “The Young British Soldier”
WHEN the ‘arf-made recruity goes out to the East
‘E acts like a babe an’ ‘e drinks like a beast,
An’ ‘e wonders because ‘e is frequent deceased
Ere ‘e’s fit for to serve as a soldier.
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
So-oldier of the Queen!
Now all you recruities what’s drafted to-day,
You shut up your rag-box an’ ‘ark to my lay,
An’ I’ll sing you a soldier as far as I may:
A soldier what’s fit for a soldier.
Fit, fit, fit for a soldier . . .
First mind you steer clear o’ the grog-sellers’ huts,
For they sell you Fixed Bay’nets that rots out your guts -
Ay, drink that ‘ud eat the live steel from your butts -
An’ it’s bad for the young British soldier.
Bad, bad, bad for the soldier . . .
When the cholera comes - as it will past a doubt -
Keep out of the wet and don’t go on the shout,
For the sickness gets in as the liquor dies out,
An’ it crumples the young British soldier.
Crum-, crum-, crumples the soldier . . .
But the worst o’ your foes is the sun over’ead:
You must wear your ‘elmet for all that is said:
If ‘e finds you uncovered ‘e’ll knock you down dead,
An’ you’ll die like a fool of a soldier.
Fool, fool, fool of a soldier . . .
If you’re cast for fatigue by a sergeant unkind,
Don’t grouse like a woman nor crack on nor blind;
Be handy and civil, and then you will find
That it’s beer for the young British soldier.
Beer, beer, beer for the soldier . . .
Now, if you must marry, take care she is old -
A troop-sergeant’s widow’s the nicest I’m told,
For beauty won’t help if your rations is cold,
Nor love ain’t enough for a soldier.
‘Nough, ‘nough, ‘nough for a soldier . . .
If the wife should go wrong with a comrade, be loath
To shoot when you catch ‘em - you’ll swing, on my oath! -
Make ‘im take ‘er and keep ‘er: that’s Hell for them both,
An’ you’re shut o’ the curse of a soldier.
Curse, curse, curse of a soldier . . .
When first under fire an’ you’re wishful to duck,
Don’t look nor take ‘eed at the man that is struck,
Be thankful you’re livin’, and trust to your luck
And march to your front like a soldier.
Front, front, front like a soldier . . .
When ‘arf of your bullets fly wide in the ditch,
Don’t call your Martini a cross-eyed old bitch;
She’s human as you are - you treat her as sich,
An’ she’ll fight for the young British soldier.
Fight, fight, fight for the soldier . . .
When shakin’ their bustles like ladies so fine,
The guns o’ the enemy wheel into line,
Shoot low at the limbers an’ don’t mind the shine,
For noise never startles the soldier.
Start-, start-, startles the soldier . . .
If your officer’s dead and the sergeants look white,
Remember it’s ruin to run from a fight:
So take open order, lie down, and sit tight,
And wait for supports like a soldier.
Wait, wait, wait like a soldier . . .
When you’re wounded and left on Afghanistan’s plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An’ go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
So-oldier of the Queen!
An odd choice, but the “tain bo cualigne” or “the cattle raid of cooley”. An Irish epic poem”. Shows what a chivalrous and noble man can be. The highest compliment in ancient times was to be called a “warrior poet”. I think it still is.
CC
You might enjoy this rendering...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R81Gyms2zKM
And, related, “The Stranger”...
http://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poems_stranger.htm