Explore "The Heckuses" by Ring Lardner on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
That may not be the proper way / To spell their name; I cannot say.
I've never seen 'em written out: / I've only heard 'em talked about.
They're coming here tonight to dine, / So says that little son of mine.
But all last week, 'twas just the same; / They were to come, and never came.
And I'm just skeptical enough / To think they're all a myth, a bluff; / Mere creatures of my youngster's brain, / Whose coming he'll await in vain.
And yet to him they're very real.
They own a big black auto'bile.
They work downtown, and they'll arrive / Out here at one-two-three-four-five.
The Heckuses are four all told.
There's Mrs. H. who's very old, / And Baby Heckus, and a lad / Named Tom, and Bill, the Heckus dad.
Beyond this point I can't describe / The fascinating Heckus tribe.
I can but wonder how he came / To think of such a lovely name.