Young Ewing Allison, one of the most versatile of the Kentucky writers of the present school, was born at Henderson, Kentucky, December 23, 1853. He left school at an early age to become the "devil" in a Henderson printing office. At seventeen years of age Mr. Allison was a newspaper reporter. At different times he has been connected with The Journal, of Evansville, Indiana; city and dramatic editor of The Courier-Journal; editor of The Louisville Commercial; and from 1902 to 1905 he was editor of The Louisville Herald. Mr. Allison founded The Insurance Field at Louisville, in 1887, and has since edited it. He has thus been a newspaper man for more than forty years; and though always very busy, he has found time to write fiction, verse, literary criticism, history, and librettos. In prose fiction Mr. Allison is best known by three stories: The Passing of Major Kilgore, which was published as a novelette in Lippincott's Magazine in 1888; The Longworth Mystery (Century Magazine, October, 1889); and Insurance at Piney Woods (Louisville, 1896). In half-whimsical literary criticism he has published two small volumes which are known in many parts of the world: The Delicious Vice (Cleveland, 1907, first series; Cleveland, 1909, second series). These papers are "pipe dreams and adventures of an habitual novel-reader among some great books and their people." Mr. Allison's libretto,
ON BOARD THE DERELICT A Reminiscence of Treasure Island [From a leaflet edition] Fifteen men on the Dead Man's chest— Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the rest— Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! —[Cap'n Billy Bones his song] Fifteen men on the Dead Man's chest— Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the rest— Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! The mate was fixed by the bos'n's pike, The bos'n brained with a marlinspike, And the Cookey's throat was marked belike By fingers ten; And there they lay, All good dead men, Like break-o'-day in a boozin' ken— Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Fifteen men of a whole ship's list— Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Dead and bedamned, and the rest gone whist! Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! The skipper lay with his nob in gore Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore, And the scullion he was stabbed times four. And there they lay And the soggy skies Dreened all day long In up-staring eyes— At murk sunset and at foul sunrise— Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark— Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Ten of the crew had the Murder mark— Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! 'Twas a cutlass swipe, or an ounce of lead, Or a yawing hole in a battered head— And the scuppers glut with a rotting red. And there they lay— Aye, damn my eyes!— All lookouts clapped On paradise, All souls bound just the contra'wise— Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Fifteen men of 'em good and true— Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Every man Jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew— There was chest on chest full of Spanish gold, With a ton of plate in the middle hold, And the cabins riot of loot untold. And they lay there That had took the plum With sightless glare And their lips struck dumb, While we shared all by the rule of thumb— Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! More was seen through the sternlight screen— Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Chartings undoubt where a woman had been— Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! A flimsy shift on a bunker cot, With a thin dirk slot through the bosom spot, And the lace stiff-dry in a purplish blot. Or was she wench ... Or some shuddering maid...? That dared the knife And that took the blade?... By God! she was stuff for a plucky jade!— Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Fifteen men on the Dead Man's chest— Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the rest— Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! We wrapp'd 'em all in a mains'l tight, With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight And we heaved 'em over and out of sight— With a yo-heave-ho! And a fare-you-well! And a sullen plunge In the sullen swell, Ten-fathoms deep on the road to hell— Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! |