From the Evening Star, November 13, 1914. By Philander Johnson.
A statesman is supposed to thrill
With utterance all intense.
He ponders day and night to fill
The air with eloquence.
While we relate each little joke
Or epigram serene,
Nobody tells the words he spoke
While golfing on the green.
We dig up every anecdote
And with it link his name.
A casual comment we will quote
And hand it down to fame.
But when true emphasis is shed
On the surrounding scene,
Nobody tells us what he said
While golfing on the green.