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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Town Types No. 26 - Dr. Andy Deveraux</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Some saw in him a Scottish wreck; some said that he was mad;<br>A few proclaimed his genius, but all agreed 'twas sad<br>That Doctor Andy Deveraux had let things slide so far.<br>'A mighty clever cove,' they said, 'but weak, and - there you are.'<br>For down at Paddy Clancy's bar you find him night or day,<br>A silent and sardonic man, who went his bitter way.<br>'Last night,' some housewife would exclaim, 'I thought I'd seen a ghost;<br> 'Twas that awful Doctor Deveraux, going home by post.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Going home by post,' they said. A sorry township jest;<br>Long since had Clancy tackled him, and had to give him best.<br>''Tis under this 'Blackfeller's Act' I'll put yeh! Not a sup!'<br>But the bitter tongue had lashed him till he gladly gave it up.<br>So Deveraux would drink alone, brooding, till wits grew dense,<br>Then sought his own home, late at night, along the three-wire fence;<br>From post to post, in staggering spurts, he made his shameful way.<br>'Doc's going home by post,' men sneered. 'Broke out again today.' </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">None knew his story in the town nor, clearly, whence he came;<br>Nor yet what foul thing rode him - what sorrow or what shame -<br>To cause a once fine, brilliant mind (as his degrees inferred),<br>Its urge to brief forgetfulness. And Deveraux spoke no word.<br>Long since, kind Doctor Littlejohn had sought to play the friend,<br>To meet a wall of fierce reserve, and get snubbed in the end.<br>So age and drink took Deveraux, and he sank down and down,<br>To be a thing for men's contempt, the butt of half the town.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Some say it was a drunken freak; some say a hero's act,<br>An epic of self-sacrifice. Yet there remains the fact<br>That there's a tale in that old town men tell until today,<br>And I have gained thro' hearsay, for I'd been long away.<br>The details are a little vague - a garbled tale and wild,<br>Of how the drunken Deveraux died to save a stricken child.<br>And whether by the truth or by tradition 'twas devised,<br>I only know that there today he has been canonised.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a></strong></div>