The cop and the anthem
欧.亨利(O.HERRY) --The Cop and the Anthem
The Cop and the AnthemSoapy moved uneasily on his bench In Madison square. it was a sign that winter was coming. A dead leaf fell onto Soapy‟s lap. Soapy‟s mind became heavy with thought of preparation for the coming season.Soapy did not aim very high with his plan for hibernation. He did not dream of Mediterranean cruises or going to the vesuvian bay. All he wanted was three month of peace and quiet, safe from cold winds and bluecoatsSoapy spent many winters on black-week‟s island. Just as his more fortunate fellow New Yorkers had bought their tickets to palm beach and the Riviera each winter , so soapy jad made his humble arrangements for his annual hegira to the island. And now the time had come. On the previous night, his usual duvet of newspapers had failed to keep him warm when he slept on his bench.There were many institutions in the city where he could find lodging and food in the name of charity. But soapy was too proud to receive the gifts of charity. He did not enjoy having to discuss his situation and private affairs with strangers. In Soapy‟s mind, being a guest of the law was a much better option, because a gentleman‟s private affairs would be left alone.Soapy, having decided to go to the island, set about accomplishinghis goal immediately. There were many easy ways of doing this. The best way was to dine luxuriously at some expensive restaurant, not pay the bill, and be handed over quietly to a policeman. A judge would the rest.Soapy left his bench and walked out of the square. Then he walked across the level sea of asphalt where Broadway meets with Fifth Avenue. He walked up Broadway and stopped at a glittering restaurant.Soapy was cleanly shaven and his coat was decent and clean. But he was dirty from the waist down. All he needed to do now was to reach a table in the restaurant unsuspected.“T hen I would order a roasted mallard duck with a bottle of Chabis and a cigar, Soapy said to himself. “A one-dollar cigar would be enough. ”The important thing was to make sure that the total was not too high. The meal needed to be enough to keep him full for his journey to the Island, but not enough to make the restaurant employees too angry.But as Soapy set foot inside the restaurant door, a waiter …s eye fell upon his dirty trousers and shoes. Soapy was thrown out immediately. Soapy needed to come up with a different plan.At a corner of and dashed it through a show window. People camerunning around the corner, followed by a policeman. Soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets and smiled at the policeman. “Who broke the shop window?” asked the policeman.“It was me，”said Soapy, still smiling.The policeman ignored Soapy completely. Men who smash windows do not stay around to turn themselves tn. They run. The policeman saw a man halfway down the block running to catch a taxi. The policeman drew his club and ran after him.On the opposite side of the street was a cheap restaurant. Soapy went inside and sat down at a table without being challenged. He ate beefsteak, pancakes, doughnuts and pie. And then he called a waiter and told him that he had no money.“Now, go ahead and call a cop,” said Soapy.“We don‟t need to call a cop for you,” said the waiter.The waiter called anther waiter. They were both big and strong. Together they lifted Soapy and threw him onto the pavement. Arrest felt like an impossible dream to Soapy.Soapy walked for another five blocks. Women in furs and menin coats moved happily in the wintry air. Soapy was worried. He feared that some strange spell had made him immune to arrest. Soapy panicked a little. That‟s when he noticed a policeman standing in front of a theater. Soapy decided to show the policeman some“disorderly conduct.”On the sidewalk, Soapy began to scream drunken gibberish at the top of his lungs. He danced and screamed as best as he could.To Soapy‟s surprise, the policeman turned his back to him and walked up to a passerby.“he must be one of them Yale lads,” the policeman said . “They‟re always getting drunk at this time of year. They‟re noisy, but they mean no harm. We‟ve been told to leave them alone.”Spoapy stopped dancing and screaming.“Will no policeman arrest me, ever?” Soapy said to himself. In his mind, the Island seemed like a fairy tale kingdom. The wind was getting colder. he buttoned up his thin coat.Soapy saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigar inside a cigar store. He had set his silk umbrella by the door on entering. Soapy stepped inside, took the umbrella, and walked off with it slowly. The man quickly followed Soapy.“that‟s my umbrella,” the man said quietly.“Oh, really?” said Soapy. “Well, why don‟t you call a policeman?I took your umbrella! Why don‟t you call a cop? There‟s one, right there.” Soapy pointed to a policeman nearby.The policeman looked at the two men cyriously. The umbrella man seemed somewhat surprised by the appearance of thepoliceman.“I think I might have made a mistake,”he said. “if that‟s your umbrella, I hope you‟ll excuse me. I found it this morning in a restaurant. If it‟s yours, I apologize.”“O f course it‟s mine,” said Soapy.The umbrella man walked away. The policeman ran to help an elderly woman cross the street car that was approaching two blocks away.Soapy walked away with a sad face. He threw the umbrella angrily on the floor and muttered bitterly to himself. After some time, Soapy reached one of the avenues to the east. He turned his face toward Madison Square. It was strange how the homing instinct survives even when the home is a park bench.But on an unusually quiet corner, Soapy came to a standstill. There was a very old church. A soft light glowed through a violet-stained window. Soapy could hear the organist playing a hymn. The sweet music caught and held Soapy. He stood against the iron gates of the church with his eyes closed. He listened to the music without even flinching.The moon was high above. There were only a few vehicles and pedestrians in the streets. Sparrows twittered sleepily in the trees. For a little while, the scene might have been a country churchyard.And the anthem that the organist was playing held Soapy still against the iron gates. In the days when Soapy‟s life had such things as a mother and roses and ambitions and friends, he had known music. Soapy‟s mind became clearer. That, with the influence of the old church, brought about a sudden and wonderful change in his soul. He now realize how far he had fallen. He looked back on the days he had wasted away. He had wasted many days pursuing unworthy desires and dead hopes. It was time for a change.Soapy‟s heart responded thrillingly to this novel mood. An immediate and strong impulse moved him. He decide to fight and overcome his poor fate.“I‟m going to pull myself out of this hole,” he thought. “I‟m going to make a man of myself again. I will conquer the evil that has possessed me for so long.There was tome. Soapy was still relatively young. He could still resurrect his old eager ambitions and pursue them successfully. Those solemn but sweet organ notes had set up a revolution in him “Tomorrow I‟ll go into the roaring downtown district, he said. “There, I‟ll find work.”A fur importer had once offered him a job as driver. Soapy would find him tomorrow and ask for the position. He would be somebody in the world again.Just then, Soapy felt a hand on his arm. He looked quickly around into the broad face of a policeman.“What are you doing here?” asked the policeman. “Nothing,” said Soapy.“Then come with me,” said the policeman.“ Three months on the Island,” said a judge in the Police Court the next morning.。
the cop and the anthem
幽默 一 ：讽刺
• 对监狱生活癿向往和愿望破灭以后癿失落 • 向往：desirable(desire) • 失落：gloom 对于苏比来说，进入监狱（被捕）是他梦寐以求癿事，而 每当愿望落空时，他癿心情就无比失落。让人啼笑皀非。 作者用了一种轻松幽默癿笔调描写了苏比这个流浪汉为达 到自己可笑癿目癿而作出癿可笑癿尝试。主人公这种荒唐 癿愿望，是对畸形社会癿严厉谴责，极具讽刺意味。
• 作者构思了一个流浪汉设法让自己被捕入狱过冬癿故事。 故事情节明暗交错，虚实结合，作者极尽扑朔迷离癿情节 铺垫，把矛盾癿焦点集中在期盼入狱癿心理和愿望癿落空 上，悬念迭起。情节始终以“事与愿违”作为枢纽，这种 反巧合癿运用，使情节起伏多变，而整个结构又浑然一体。
追求“警察” , 警察不理他。 追求“赞美诗” , 被捕入狱。
用词一： 动词
• He danced, howled, raved and otherwise disturbed the welkin.（page12，para2） • 一连串癿劢词，特别地生劢，有画面感。 • 他又是跳，又是吼，又是骂，用尽了办法大吵大闹。 • 译文中，用一个字癿劢词，显得凝练，并且增加了三个 “又是”，语意更加连贯。
Figure of Speech in The Cop and the Anthem
警察与赞美诗解析
Vandalism
At the corner stands a shop where the plate-glass window is conspicuous（引人注目的）. Soapy takes a cobblestone and dashes it through the glass, after that, he indicates to a cop that it is he who vandalizes the plate-glass window. But the cop doesn't think a person who does something illegal will wait to be punished.
“Mashing” with a young woman
Soapy sees a young woman, Then he tries to mash her so as to be caught by the cop who is looking at him. Unexpectedly, she gives him a big hug and asks him to buy her a pail of suds. She is a prostitute, so Soapy dumps her at the next corner.
? Soapy: proud, lazy, idle，repentant(悔改的)
? The cop: muddle-headed（糊涂的；昏庸的） bulling the weak(恃强凌弱的)
含泪的笑
? 欧·亨利常以其辛辣俏皮的讽刺使读读者的情绪 在悲喜之间激荡，酸甜苦辣，感触至深。
The Cop and the Anthem
The Cop and the Anthem翻译赏析与对比
Hass他an的w父o亲uld阿里逮个正着V，1:“这是的是，他爸把爸。他”们哈桑
mum从ble树,上lo摇ok下in来g 之后的对会话咕描哝着写，。低头看自己的双
down at his feet.
脚。但他从不告发我，从来 不提镜子、用胡桃射狗其实
But he never told
都是我的鬼主意。P04
翻译分析
The Kite Runner 第一、二章
是整个故事的开端，介绍了故事发 生的背景，以及主要人物的身世
The Kite Runner
V1：追风筝的人
V2：追风筝的孩子
我们认为，译作追风筝的人更为合适。“追风筝”是作 为本书的线索贯穿全文，虽然这个事件是发生在本书主 人公儿童时代的事情，但是，从后面的情节可以得知， 正是因为“风筝”导致主人公背叛、并抛弃了自己儿时 的好友，导致了后来一系列悲剧的发生，主人公长大成 人后，回到阿富汗以向心中永恒的遗憾求得救赎，而这 则替代了前面“风筝”这个具体的意象，成为主人公再 次追寻的目标。V2译作“追风筝的孩子”则是将重点 放在主人公儿时的活动和记忆上，略显片面。
V1:但更主要的是， 这些欺辱对他来说毫 不见效
squat: short and wide
or fat, in a way that is not attractive矮而宽的； 矮胖的【牛津高阶英汉 双解词典】P1953
V1:他又矮又胖，头发 剃得很短，脸上还有黑 乎乎的胡茬。
V2:他是個矮胖的人， 理平頭，臉上有黑色的 鬍渣
V1对原文的翻译显得生动形象，使读者能轻易想象出那 人的外貌。
从字面上我们就能感觉到V1是遵照了原文的。V2 把它意译为惦念，不如心为母亲感到疼痛更能引 起读者的共鸣。
the cop and the hymn故事梗概
the cop and the hymn故事梗概The Cop and the Anthem (O.Henry):It is a laughable story and happens in the late fall.The character who named Soapy is a homeless.He faces some very urgent problems in food and clothing when the winter is near at hand.So he expects to be arrested so that he could live in the warm prison during the cold season.Therefore,he tries his best to do some laughable attempts to achieve the humorous goal.For example,he eats and drinks in a restaurant but refuses to pay money and so on.It is inconceivable and laughable that polices show some kind “tolerant”instead punishment for Soapy’s illegal actions.So Soapy’s attempts are all failed.One day,he does nothing illegal and arrives at a church by accident and is influenced by the hymn music from it,so he decides to give up the original ideas and makes a fresh start,but the “tolerant”polices arrest Soapy.Therefore,the story is not only laughable but also is lamentable.Meanwhile,the story is an excellent satire for capitalism and American’s s ocial system.The Portrait of A Lady (Henry James):Isabel Archer is anAmerican young woman brought to Europe by her aunt, Mrs. Touchett. She meets her uncle, Mr. Touchett, and cousin, Ralph, and lives with the Touchett family in their home at Gardencourt. As she stays with the Touchetts, a neighbor, Lord Warburton, falls in love with her and proposes. She turns him down. Her friend from America, Henrietta Stackpole, also comes to England and spends some time with Isabel. Henrietta is more outspoken and opinionated than Isabel and tries to guide her friend before she leaves Isabel at Gardencourt. Ralph Touchett stands back and watches all of them with a bit of cynicism. Mrs. Touchett is planning to take Isabel to her residence in Europe. First she must stay in England while family matters conclude. While Ralph and his parents are tied up, another visitor comes to Gardencourt. Madame Merle is the most fascinating person Isabel has ever met. She seems to be her own person and very accomplished. This synopsis barely gets the story started. Isabel comes into a great deal of money and is now independent. She goes to Europe with Mrs. Touchett and meets yet another suitor, Gilbert Osmond, and his daughter, Pansy. Lord Warburton meets her in Rome. An American suitor comes over to see her in Europe. Isabelmakes choices that affect the rest of her life, and then has to deal with the consequences.The Sea Wolf is (Jack London's powerful and gripping saga of Humphrey Van Weyden, captured by a seal-hunting ship and now an unwilling sailor under its dreaded captain, Wolf Larsen. The men who sailed with Larsen were treacherous outcasts, but the captain himself was the legendary Sea Wolf–a violent brute of a man.Jack London was a worshipper of the strong and virtuous hero, and a firm believer in the inevitable triumph of good. The master storyteller nowhere demonstrates this theme more vividly than in this classic American tale of peril and adventure, good and evil. The Great Gatsby：(F. Scott Fitzgerald)It's a story said about a man named Gatsby.he lost his heart to a grirl wealthy women named Daisy when he was young.But he lost her at that time because he was poor and he forced to the war.When he come back from the war.He do business in a illegal way,and became a man with a lot money.But it's 10 years ago.And he do everything just for Daisy.And he come back,wanting married with daisy.But at last he was dead for Daisy.But noboby come to his funeral except his father and his friendNick.And the story was said from Nick'angle of the view.A Farewell to Arms：The novel is divided into five books. In the first book, Rinaldi introduces Frederic Henry to Catherine Barkley. Frederic attempts to seduce her, and their relationship begins. While on the Italian front, Frederic is wounded in the knee by a mortar shell and sent to a hospital in Milan. The second book shows the growth of Frederic and Catherine's relationship as they spend time together in Milan over the summer. Frederic falls in love with Catherine and, by thetime he is healed, Catherine is three months pregnant. In the third book, Frederic returns to his unit, but not long afterwards the Austrians break through the Italian lines in the Battle of Caporetto, and the Italians retreat. Frederic kills an engineering sergeant for insubordination. After falling behind and catching up again, Frederic is taken to a place by the "battle police," where officers are being interrogated and executed for the "treachery" that supposedly led to the Italian defeat. However, after seeing and hearing that everyone interrogated has been killed, Frederic escapes by jumping into a river. In the fourth book, Catherine and Frederic reunite and flee to Switzerland in a rowboat. In the final book,Frederic and Catherine live a quiet life in the mountains until she goes into labor. After a long and painful birth, their son is stillborn. Catherine begins to hemorrhage and soon dies, leaving Frederic to return to their hotel in the rain.Sister Carrie：(Theodore Dreiser)The book tells us a story about a girl's pursuit of better life and her lost in pursuit of it.Carrie,a gril from a low paid family in a little countryside,pure and pretty,timid and simple,boarded the train for Chicago in order to seek for her dream.On the train,Carrie came accross with Drouet,who was a charming and flashy salesman.Hurstwood,a manager and also a married gentleman,fell in love with Carrie soon after their meeting with each other.He had done and sacrificed a lot for her but finally became a begger wandering in the street while Carrie succeeded.。
重大版英语BOOK6the cop and the anthem
O. Born
Name
Henry September 11, 1862 on
in Greensboro, North Carolina William Sidney Porter O. Henry, Olivier Henry, Oliver Henry on June 5, 1910 in New York City, New York (aged 47)
Read part 1 carefully and choose the best answer to complete the following sentence.
Soapy wanted to spend three months in prison because _________ A prison was safe from the wind and the cold. B he could get a little food and a bed there. C both A and B.
2012年3月
Please read the following words together and find out the Chinese meaning of each word . uneasy 心神不安的，担心的，忧虑的 shelter 掩蔽处，住所 brightly-lit 灯火辉煌的 café 餐馆，咖啡馆 freshly 新近，刚刚 shave 剃，刮 cigar 雪茄烟 cigarette 纸烟，香烟 quarter 三个月时间，季度 hint 暗示，细微的迹象
Read part 5 carefully and choose the best answer to complete the following sentence. When Soapy took the umbrella, the welldressed man spoke with pauses because _______ A he borrowed the umbrella from others B he was not the owner of the umbrella C he was afraid that Soapy would not give the umbrella back to him
The Cop and the Anthem 警察与赞美诗 欧亨利
It is the most remarkable characteristic of O. Henry’s short stories. The readers are often suspended and they scarcely know they are suspended until they come to the very close to the story.
The Cop and the Anthem
O. Henry
O. Henry
1862-1910
William Sidney Porter
• The Harrells, with whom Porter stayed in Austin,
had a cat named Henry that Porter would Play with. The cat would come running when Porter would shout “Oh, Henry!” • William Trevor writes that when Porter was in the Ohio State Penitentiary "there was a prison guard named Orrin Henry, whom William Sydney Porter . . . immortalized as O. Henry". • The writer and scholar Guy Davenport offers another explanation: "The pseudonym that he began to write under in prison is constructed from the first two letters of Ohio and the second and last two of penitentiary."
警察与赞美诗英语原文(新)
英语原文The Cop and the Anthem by O 。
HenryOn his bench in Madison Square Soapy moved uneasily. When wild goose honk high of nights, and when women without sealskin coats grow kind to their husbands, and when Soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know that winter is near at hand.A dead leaf fell in Soapy’s lap. That was Jack Frost’s card. Jack is kind to the regular denizens of Madison Square, and gives fair warning of his annual call. At the corners of four streets he hands his pasteboard to the North Wind, footman of the mansion of All Outdoors, so that the inhabitants thereof may make ready.Soapy’s mind became cognisant of the fact that the time had come for him to resolve himself into a singular Committee of Ways and Means to provide against the coming rigour. And therefore he moved uneasily on his bench.The hibernatorial ambitions of Soapy were not of the highest. In them were no considerations of Mediterranean cruises, of soporific Southern skies or drifting in the Vesuvian Bay. Three months on the Island was what his soul craved. Three months of assured board and bed and congenial company, safe from Boreas and bluecoats, seemed to Soapy the essence of things desirable.For years the hospitable Blackwell’s had been his winter quarters. Just as his more fortunate fellow New Yorkers had bought their tickets to Palm Beach and the Riviera each winter, so Soapy had made his humble arrangements for his annual hegira to the Island. And now the time was come. On the previous night three Sabbath newspapers, distributed beneath his coat, about his ankles and over his lap, had failed to repulse the cold as he slept on his bench near the spurting fountain in the ancient square. So the Island loomed large and timely in Soapy’s mind. H e scorned the provisions made in the name of charity for the city’s dependents. In Soapy’s opinion the Law was more benign than Philanthropy. There was an endless round of institutions, municipal and eleemosynary, on which he might set out and receive lodging and food accordant with the simple life. But to one of Soapy’s proud spirit the gifts of charity are encumbered. If not in coin you must pay in humiliation of spirit for every benefit received at the hands of philanthropy. As Cesar had his Brutus, every bed of charity must have its toll of a bath, every loaf of bread its compensation of a private and personal inquisition. Wherefore it is better to be a guest of the law, which though conducted by rules, does not meddle unduly with a gentleman’s private a ffairs.Soapy, having decided to go to the Island, at once set about accomplishing his desire. There were many easy ways of doing this. The pleasantest was to dine luxuriously at some expensive restaurant; and then, after declaring insolvency, be handed over quietly and without uproar to a policeman. An accommodating magistrate would do the rest.Soapy left his bench and strolled out of the square and across the level sea of asphalt, where Broadway and Fifth Avenue flow together. Up Broadway he turned, and halted at a glittering café, where are gathered together nightly the choicest products of the grape, the silkworm and the protoplasm.Soapy had confidence in himself from the lowest button of his vest upward. He was shaven, and his coat was decent and his neat black, ready-tied four-in-hand had been presented to him by a lady missionary on Thanksgiving Day. If he could reach a table in the restaurant unsuspected, success would be his. The portion of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt in the waiter’s mind. A roasted mallard duck, thought Soapy, would be about the thing—with a bottleof Chablis, and then Camembert, a demi-tasse and a cigar. One dollar for the cigar would be enough. The total would not be so high as to call forth any supreme manifestation of revenge from the café management; and yet the meat would leave him filled and happy for the journey to his winter refuge.But as Soapy set foot inside the restaurant door the head waiter’s eye fell upon his frayed trousers and decadent shoes. Strong and ready hands turned him about and conveyed him in silence and haste to the sidewalk and averted the ignoble fate of the menaced mallard.Soapy turned off Broadway. It seemed that his route to the coveted island was not to be an epicurean one. Some other way of entering limbo must be thought of.At a corner of Sixth Avenue electric lights and cunningly displayed wares behind plate-glass made a shop window conspicuous. Soapy took a cobble-stone and dashed it through the glass. People came running round the corner, a policeman in the lead. Soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and smiled at the sight of brass buttons.“Where’s the man that done that?” inquired the officer excitedly.“Don’t you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?” said Soapy, not without sarcasm, but friendly, as one greets good fortune.The policeman’s mind refused to accept Soapy even as a clue. Men who smash windows do not remain to parley with the law’s minions. They take to their heels. The policeman saw a man halfway down the block running to catch a car. With drawn club he joined in the pursuit. Soapy, with disgust in his heart, loafed along, twice unsuccessful.On the opposite side of the street was a restaurant of no great pretensions. It catered to large appetites and modest purses. Its crockery and atmosphere were thick; its soup and napery thin. Into this place Soapy took his accusive shoes and tell-tale trousers without challenge. At a table he sat and consumed beefsteak, flap-jacks, doughnuts, and pie. And then to the waiter he betrayed the fact that the minutest coin and himself were strangers.“Now, get busy and call a cop,” said Soapy. “And don’t keep a gentleman waiting.”“No cop for youse,” said the waiter, with a voice like butter cakes and an eye like the cherry in a Manhattan cocktail. “Hey, Con!”Neatly upon his left ear on the callous pavement two waiters pitched Soapy. He arose, joint by joint, as a carpenter’s rule opens, and beat the dust from his clothes. Arrest seemed but a rosy dream. The Island seemed very far away. A policeman who stood before a drug store two doors away laughed and walked down the street.Five blocks Soapy travelled before his courage permitted him to woo capture again. This time the opportunity presented what he fatuously termed to himself a “cinch.” A young woman of a modest and pleasing guise was standing before a show window gazing with sprightly interest at its display of shaving mugs and inkstands, and two yards from the window a large policeman of severe demeanour leaned against a water-plug.It was Soapy’s design to assume the rule of the despicable and execrated “masher.” The refined and elegant appearance of his victim and the contiguity of the conscientious cop encouraged him to believe that he would soon feel the pleasant official clutch upon his arm that would ensure his winter quarters of the right little, tight little isle.Soapy straightened the lady missionary’s ready-made tie, dragged his shrinking cuffs into the open, set his hat at a killing cant and sidled toward the young women. He made eyes at her, was taken with sudden coughs and “hems,” smiled, smirked, and went b razenly through the impudentand contemptible litany of the “masher.” With half an eye Soapy saw that the policeman was watching him fixedly. The young woman moved away a few steps, and again bestowed her absorbed attention upon the shaving mugs. Soapy followed, boldly stepping to her side, raised his hat and said: “Ah there, Bedelia! Don’t you want to come and play in my yard?”The policeman was still looking. The persecuted young woman had but to beckon a finger and Soapy would be practically en route for his insular haven. Already he imagined he could feel the cosy warmth of the station-house. The young woman faced him and, stretching out a hand, caught Soapy’s coat sleeve.“Sure, Mike,” she said joyfully, “if you’ll blow me to a pail of suds. I’d have spoke to you sooner, but the cop was watching.”With the young woman playing the clinging ivy to his oak Soapy walked past the policeman overcome with gloom. He seemed doomed to liberty.At the next corner he shook off his companion and ran. He halted in the district where by night are found the lightest streets, hearts, vows, and librettos. Women in furs and men in greatcoats moved gaily in the wintry air. A sudden fear seized Soapy that some dreadful enchantment had rendered him immune to arrest. The thought brought a little of panic upon it, and when he came upon another policeman lounging grandly in front of a transplendent theatre he caught at the immediate straw of “disorderly conduct.”On the sidewalk Soapy began to yell drunken gibberish at the top of his harsh voice. He danced, howled, raved, and otherwise disturbed the welkin.The policeman twirled his club, turne d his back to Soapy and remarked to a citizen: “’Tis one of them Yale lads celebratin’ the goose egg they give to the Hartford College. Noisy; but no harm. We’ve instructions to lave them be.”Disconsolate, Soapy ceased his unavailing racket. Would never a policeman lay hands on him? In his fancy the Island seemed an unattainable Arcadia. He buttoned his thin coat against the chilling wind.In a cigar store he saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigar at a swinging light. His silk umbrella he had set by the door on entering. Soapy stepped inside, secured the umbrella and sauntered off with it slowly. The man at the cigar light followed hastily.“My umbrella,” he said sternly.“Oh, is it?” sneered Soapy, adding insult to petit larceny. “Well, why don’t you call a policeman? I took it. Your umbrella! Why don’t you call a cop? There stands one on the corner.”The umbrella owner slowed his steps. Soapy did likewise, with a presentiment that luck would run against him. The policeman looked at the two curiously.“Of course,” said the umbrella man—“that is—well, you know how these mistakes occur—I—if it’s your umbrella I hope you’ll excuse me—I picked it up this morning in a restaurant—If you recognise it as yours, why—I hope you’ll—““Of course it’s mine,” said Soapy viciously.The ex-umbrella man retreated. The policeman hurried to assist a tall blonde in an opera cloak across the street in front of a street car that was approaching two blocks away.Soapy walked eastward through a street damaged by improvements. He hurled the umbrella wrathfully into an excavation. He muttered against the men who wear helmets and carry clubs. Because he wanted to fall into their clutches, they seemed to regard him as a king who could do no wrong.At length Soapy reached one of the avenues to the east where the glitter and turmoil was but faint. He set his face down this toward Madison Square, for the homing instinct survives even when the home is a park bench.But on an unusually quiet corner Soapy came to a standstill. Here was an old church, quaint and rambling and gabled. Through one violet-stained window a soft light glowed, where, no doubt, the organist loitered over the keys, making sure of his mastery of the coming Sabbath anthem. For there drifted out to Soa py’s ears sweet music that caught and held him transfixed against the convolutions of the iron fence.The moon was above, lustrous and serene; vehicles and pedestrains were few; sparrows twittered sleepily in the eaves—for a little while the scene might have been a country churchyard. And the anthem that the organist played cemented Soapy to the iron fence, for he had known it well in the days when his life contained such things as mothers and roses and ambitions and friends and immaculate thoughts and collars.The conjunction of Soapy’s receptive state of mind and the influences about the old church wrought a sudden and wonderful change in his soul. He viewed with swift horror the pit into which he had tumbled, the degraded days, unworthy desires, dead hopes, wrecked faculties, and base motives that made up his existence.And also in a moment his heart responded thrillingly to this novel mood. An instantaneous and strong impulse moved him to battle with his desperate fate. He would pull himself out of the mire; he would make a man of himself again; he would conquer the evil that had taken possession of him. There was time; he was comparatively young yet; he would resurrect his old eager ambitions and pursue them without faltering. Those solemn but sweet organ notes had set up a revolution in him. Tomorrow he would go into the roaring down-town district and find work. A fur importer had once offered him a place as driver. He would find him to-morrow and ask for the position. He would be somebody in the world. He would—Soapy felt a hand laid on his arm. He looked quickly round into the broad face of a policeman.“What are you doin’ here?” asked the officer.“Nothing’,” said Soapy.“Then come along,” said the policeman.“Three months on the Island,” said the Magistrate in the Police Court the next morning.。
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The Cop And The Anthem（O' Henry)On his bench in Madison Square,Soapy moved uneasily, and when Soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know that winter is near.A dead leaf fell in Soapy's lap. That was Jack Frost's card. Jack is kind to the regular residents of Madison Square, and gives them warning of his annual call.Soapy realized the fact that the time had come for him to provide against the coming winter. And therefore he moved uneasily on his bench.The winter ambitions of Soapy were not of the highest. In them there were no dreams of Mediterranean voyages, of blue Southern skies or the Vesuvian Bay. Three months on the Island was what his soul desired. Three months of assured board and bed and good company, safe from north winds and policemen, seemed to Soapy the most desirable thing.For years the hospitable Blackwell prison had been his winter refuge. Just as the more fortunate New Yorkers had bought their tickets to Palm Beach and the Riviera each winter, so Soapy had made his arrangements for his annual journey to the island. And now the time had come. On the night before three Sunday newspapers, put under his coat, about his feet and over his lap, had not helped him against the cold as he slept on his bench near the fountain in the old square. There were many institutions of charity in New York where he might receive lodging and food, but to Soapy's proud spirit the gifts of charity were undesirable. You must pay in humiliation of spirit for everything received at the hands of philanthropy. So it was better to be a guest of the law.Soapy, having decided to go to the Island, at once set about accomplishing his desire. There were many easy ways of doing this. The pleasantest was to dine at some good restaurant; and then, after declaring bankruptcy, be handed over to a policeman. A magistrate would do the rest.Soapy left his bench and went out of the square and up Broadway. He stopped at the door of a glittering cafe. He was shaven and his coat was decent. If he could reach a table in the restaurant, the portion of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt in the waiter's mind. A roasted duck, thought Soapy, with a bottle of wine, and then some cheese, a cup of coffee and a cigar would be enough. Such a dinner would make him happy, for the journey to his winter refuge.At the gate of a prison(P: policeman T: thief )P: (pulling the thief out of the gate) Ah, Mr. Black! It’s time to say goodbye!T: But officer! I want to stay here in prison. It’s too cold, and I have no place to stay. Let me stay here in prison! (walking into the gate)P: (pushing him away) Get out! You lazy thief! Go and look for a job! You’ll have some food and a room to live in.T: But what can I do ? I can’t do anything.P: That’s your problem. We can’t help you.( The wind starts to blow hard and the thief trembles with cold.)Outside a shopT: Oh, here’s a shop. The shop window is large and bright. I know what to do. (He picks up a stone and throws it at the window. The window is broken.. Then he walks about with his hands in his pocket and whistles)P: (Running to the window) Hey! What’s happening? Who broke the window?T: I did!P: What? You? You broke the window?T: Yes, of course, my dear policeman, I broke the window a minute ago.P: Go away! What do you think I am?T: I think you are a policeman and you should catch me! I am the one who broke the window.P: If you had broken it, you wouldn’t be standing here now! Get out of my way! (pushing him away)T: (running after hi m) But I did it ! I did it! (sighing) Oh, he is gone. It’s no use. I have to try again.Near the chair in a park(An old man is sleeping in a chair. The thief notices him, walks near him and takes away the bag from him）O: (jumping up) Hey! What are you doing? That’s my bag!T; Yes, your bag . Now it’s in my hand. Go and tell the policeman!O: (Getting back his bag and catching the thief) Come with me to the police station! T: Thank you, sir. Thank you.O: (surprised) What?T: You know I have no foo d and no home. And it’s getting colder and colder. So I want to stay in prison. Please help me.P: (Feeling pity for him) Oh, what a poor man! Let me help you. I have some bread and some money. Don’t be a thief anymore. Poor man, poor man! ( He gives the thief some bread and some money, then leaves)T: ( worried ) But what should I do ? Where should I go this evening?In a Restaurant (W: waitress T: Thief)W: Good morning, sir!T: Good morning!W: Sit down, please. Here’s the menu. What will you have?T: At first, I’d like a bowl of vegetable soup.W: (writing down) A bowl of vegetable soup.T: Then I’ll have some steak and chicken. At last, I’ll have a cup of coffee and a cigar. W: Steak, chicken, coffee and a cigar. Er, excuse me, but this is a very big meal. Do you have enough money?T: What?! What did you say? Do you often ask such questions?W: I’m sorry. I’ll bring your food right away.(Later, the thief eats up all his food)W: Was everything all right, sir?T: The food was very nice. I like it very much.W: Thank you, sir. Here’s your bill, sir. Twenty dollars, please.T: Very well, but now, I want to tell you that I haven’t twenty dollars. I don’t even have forty cents.W: I see, will you come with me, please?T: (standing up and following the waitress) Of course. The policeman is waiting for me, isn’t he ?(Two men appear suddenly and walk to the thief )T: I… I… don’t understand , Who are they?)“ We are the people you are waiting for ! ”(They give the thief a good beating.)(In front of a churchThe thief stands outside of the church and listens to the music of “Silent Night”)T: What beautiful music! I often listened to it when I was a boy. Ah! How different my life is! But look at me now! What am I? Who am I? Oh, I don’t wan t to be a thief!I want to be a good man now. I’m not old. I’m going to work. I can help the others. ( A blind man appears. The thief helps him walk across the street.)B: It’s very kind of you.( A lady drops her purse. The thief picks it up and gives it back to her.)(later, a policeman comes)P: Hey! You! What are you doing here?T: Nothing, just listening to the music.P: Listening to the music?Y: Yes, I’m just standing here and listening to the music.P: Oh, no. Didn’t I see you this morning?Of course! You are the one who was standing near that broken window. I think you broke the window after all!(The thief runs away quickly. Two other policemen run after him and catch him by the arm..T: (shouting desperately) But officer! I’ not a thief now! I don’t want to be a thief any more! I’m a good man now ! I’m a good man!(The music of “silent night” echoes on the stage.)。