Stephen Butler Leacock, FRSC was an English-born Canadian teacher, political scientist, writer, and humorist. In the early part of the 20th century he was the best-known humorist in the English-speaking world.
Leacock was born in Swanmore, near Bishop's Waltham, Hampshire, England, and at the age of six moved to Canada with his family, which settled on a farm in Egypt, Ontario, near the village of Sutton and the shores of Lake Simcoe. While the family had been well off in England (the Leacocks had made a fortune in Madeira and lived on an estate called Oak Hill on the Isle of Wight), Leacock's father, Peter, had been banished from the manor for marrying Agnes Butler without his ... more »
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Stephen Leacock Poems
The Social Plan
I know a very tiresome Man Who keeps on saying, "Social Plan." At every Dinner, every Talk Where Men foregather, eat or walk,
Oh! Mr. Malthus!
"Mother, Mother, here comes Malthus, Mother, hold me tight! Look! It's Mr. Malthus, Mother! Hide me out of sight."
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''Lord Ronald said nothing; he flung himself from the room, flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions.''Stephen Leacock (1869-1944), Canadian humorist, economist. "Gertrude the Governess," Nonsense Novels (1911).
''It takes a good deal of physical courage to ride a horse. This, however, I have. I get it at about forty cents a flask, and take it as required.''Stephen Leacock (1869-1944), Canadian humorist, economist. "Reflections on Riding," Literary Lapses (1910).
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The Social Plan
I know a very tiresome Man
Who keeps on saying, "Social Plan."
At every Dinner, every Talk
Where Men foregather, eat or walk,
No matter where, -- this Awful Man
Brings on his goddam Social Plan.
The Fall in Wheat, the Rise in Bread,
The social Breakers dead ahead,
The Economic Paradox
That drives the Nation on the rocks,
The Wheels that false Abundance clogs --
And frightens us from raising Hogs, --
This dreary field, the Gloomy Man
Surveys and hiccoughs, Social Plan.
Till simpler Men begin to find
His croaking aggravates ...