Now'd ya hear 'bout Louie Miller?

  He disappeared, 
  babe.

     If not in the flesh, then
     certainly in spirit, we
     were all there, this past
     week, in Sandburg's city
     of broad shoulders, when
     our Jeb declared himself
     to be his own man.

     A more sublime delusion
     is not available on the
     meat racks of Rush Street,
     than our lad's conception
     (a family trait) of re-
     inventing history in his
     own life. Originating the
     dawn, when it's one's own
     turn to impersonate the sun.



















Bobby Darin
Mack the Knife
op. cit.