Dustjacket synopsis:
"The publication of a new volume of verse from the pen of C. J. Dennis is an event of literary importance to Australia. Although it is well over thirty years since "The Songs of a Sentimental Bloke" brought C. J. Dennis from obscurity to the front rank of Australian poetry, today he still remains Australia's most popular poet.
"When Dennis died in 1938, he left among his papers a wealth of unpublished verse and writings. It is a fitting postscript to his earlier works that his widow should have been entrusted with making this delightful selection of "Random Verse," for no other person knew better every mood and thought of this pungent philosopher and lord of "slanguage." Readers will agree with Mrs. Dennis that her salvage has been well worth while.
"Apart from the humorous slang which punctuates much of this verse, its greatest appeal will be found in the humour, pathos, sentiment and kindly view of human nature. It is the type of verse which makes one feel that, come what may, life still is good. Here, then, is something to quicken the senses and bring a smile or two, from one sentimental bloke to another."
Foreword by the editor
In making this selection of verses from the many that appeared in the Melbourne "Herald" during C. J. Dennis's association with that paper, I found myself in a quandary. There was so much to choose from. Which verses would I use, and which put aside for future reference?
I have used very little political verse, although politics are much the same as they were when the verses were written, but politicians come and politicians go, and few people remember those who have gone.
I have tried to give the reader an idea of the many facets of the poet's work. There is some laughter, there are some tears, and there is much to give quiet enjoyment to the thoughtful.
C. J. Dennis has been dead over twelve years, and in reading through the verse I was amazed at the freshness of it and how very applicable some of it is to the present time.
John Masefield, England's Poet Laureate, said, on the death of Dennis, that it would be a great pity if such a terrific amount of good work should be forgotten. I have tried to rescue some of it, and think my salvage has been worth while.
- Bright young thing: Thou on the beaches
Life is gay and pleasure laden40 lines - Oh, this is the week when no rhymster may rhyme
On the joy of the bush or the ills of the time,30 lines - Romance goes out of everything in these days of ill grace,
And even old John Barleycorn grows "standardised" apace;25 lines - Here she hides, an aged dame.
Here she dreams beside the waves.32 lines, 1 comment - So ends a life, lived to the full alway,
Thro' peace, thro' war, thro' honored peace again,16 lines - Old Ben, the pensioner, is going down to die.
Huddled in the mail-car, he turns a wistful eye32 lines, 1 comment - A fool and a bag in a belt of scrub,
Cloudless skies and the still hot days,24 lines - When Leonardo was a lad there was a certain set
Who snubbed him most outrageously - in fact, they snub him yet27 lines - Oh, is there not one place on earth
Where man's goodwill has gone from birth42 lines - Tho' I own I have no adequate proofs
Of this queer tale of the quaint old Goophs -50 lines - Left, right - left, right . . .
We march today for memories (the grizzled Digger said)60 lines - Now, you wouldn't imagine, to look at me,
That I was a racehorse once.68 lines - When grandma wished to keep her fruit
Her apples she would take26 lines, 1 comment - By White Horse Tavern, White Horse Road
In olden days wound down;33 lines - Lang syne I penned a mickle rhyme
That muckle grief brocht to my soul;40 lines - I'm only just a common racing dog,
Simple in habit, and my diet's plain.25 lines, 1 comment - "I should go mad," he said, "in such a place!
The lack of company, the loneliness!28 lines - When you have gone and I have gone
Beyond the ken of earthly things,32 lines, 1 comment - 'Twas a long bush night; and the old hut light
Shone out thro' the open door40 lines - World war had come - and gone. It seemed the end.
Spent, broken, by the last despair oppressed,32 lines, 1 comment - I reckon (said Dad) that the country's pests
Is this here wireless an' these here Tests.26 lines - To this green place the tourists troop,
By twos, by threes, and group by group,52 lines - Now, children, in this Lesson Two,
Briefly we'll make some mention24 lines - Oh, I've got a lovely story that I've thought out all myself.
It will make a gorgeous picture, I am sure.25 lines - I must go down to the shops again, to the crowded shops go I
And all I have is a long list of the gifts that I must buy,24 lines, 1 comment - Sweet, think how much the better it would be
If you thro' life should thus preserve your beauty.30 lines - She danced thro' life as light as thistledown,
The grace of Columbine, charm of Pierette,24 lines - Mum's bit of egg money on the mantelpiece
In the broken teapot in the olden days,31 lines - With a sprig in my beak, I repeatedly seek
For a spot where a poor bird may rest,30 lines - Can this be the old town of wheat-teams and saddle-hacks,
Of Ted Toll's smithy, with the anvil ringing clear,34 lines - Not for vague honors, not for treacherous power
He lived and toiled thro' this, his earthy span;26 lines - We'd harbored them on hovels, and in dens,
Altho' in price they counted less than cattle,34 lines - Ye are the Great White People, masters and lords of the earth,
Spreading your stern dominion over the world's wide girth.34 lines - Spring surely must be near. High over head
The kind blue heavens bend to timbers tall;34 lines
