Vulgar Fractions

by C.J.Dennis


Now, when Bill, the pick and shovel man, or Archibald, the clerk,

Undertakes to sell his labour of a day,

Then, for certain hours he works between the dawning and the dark,

And delivers one day’s work for one day’s pay.

This industrial arrangement has advantages for both,

If employer and employed are honest men,

And to doubt its simple justice I would be extremely loth;

For no sophistry shall e’re pollute my pen.


In referring to this matter I assume you have a taste

For the stuff that sporting blokes regard as rot,

Such as politics, arithmetic and economic waste.

(You’re excused from reading further if you’ve not.)

But arithmetic is boring to a certain type of man

Who is loth to strain his intellect too far. . . .

Which reminds me, opportunely, of the modern Party Plan

And the story of T.Trimmer, M.H.R.


As a lad young Thomas Trimmer longed to serve the Commonweal;

To devote to great reforms his manhood’s prime.

Oh, he yearned to serve his Country with patriotic zeal;

And proposed to give it his whole time.

You will note the youthful ardour -- His whole time, he said, no less.

His WHOLE time! No task or trouble he would shun.

(We will call this “whole” a unit to avoid untidiness;

and to represent it use the figure “1”.)


Therefore “1” denotes the labour that young Trimmer meant to give

to his Country as a maker of its laws.

But he saw that if in politics he ever meant to live

It was wisdom to espouse some Party cause.

Wherefore, Thomas joined a Party and became a party Man;

He secured the nomination later on,

And he won in the election when he subsequently ran,

Which was excellent -- so far as he had gone.


Now, when Thomas entered Parliament he found that half his job

Was to keep himself before the public eye;

And he had to make good running with the fickle-minded mob

Lest his Party should disown him by and by.

Thus we have a simple problem in subtraction, you will note;

1 - ½ must = ½ ‘tis plain.

But half his time to noble aims could Trimmer still devote,

And so, we have small reason to complain.

But, what with Party meetings and no-confidence debates,

He depleted this small ½ by just 2/3;

Which was occupied in fanning Party jealousies and hates

With redundant and unprofitable words.

Thus the first ½ + 1/3 must give 5/6 in answer; so

When 5/6 is given to the Party cause,

Of the whole there must remain, as any simpleton should know,

Just 1/6 to spend in framing splendid laws.


But 1/6 of any busy politician’s working day

Is as much as any country should expect;

Yet Thomas found that, as the Party game he had to play,

There were other matters he could not neglect.

Organizing, engineering, and a dozen other things,

Of the 1/6 remaining, claimed at lease 1/3,

And a simple calculation to 1/9 the answer brings –

Which, to quote the famous Euclid, is absurd.


Yet, one whole ninth of Trimmer’s time the grateful country gained,

Till he chanced to get unhappily involved

In a private row that claimed 10/17 of what remained …

Bit I think we’ll let this problem go unsolved -

Not because I couldn’t do it! -- (Mathematics, I may say,

Are my hobby) – but for purposes of rhyme.

From the ninth you merely have to take ten seventeenths away,

And – well, you can work it out when you have time.


If you then deduct 3/7 of the answer, in the end

You will strike the final fraction – more or less –

For a fairly large proportion of his time he had to spend

keeping solid with the watchful Party Press.

And, of course, there were occaisions when the whole thing made him sick;

And we might deduct 1/10 for that, no doubt.

It’s an entertaining problem, if you like arithmetic;

And I trust you’ll find the time to work it out.


I advise you to attempt it; for the simple sum I’ve set

Is a task an earnest student shouldn’t shirk;

And the answer is the portion that the glad electors get

Of a busy Party politician’s work.

Trimmer ceased his calculations when the vulgar fractions failed,

And he had to take to decimals instead.

So, although his young resolve to serve the land has not prevailed,

He’s “a solid Party man” I’ve heard is said.


Well, the plenitude of politicians in our native land

Is a matter frequently remarked upon.

But, assuming you’re intelligent, the cause you’ll understand

If you’ve followed me as far as I have gone.

Let us make the fractions lib’ral; if 1/20 we’ll say,

Of a “statesmsn’s” day is ours, ‘tis plain to see

That it takes just twenty “statesmen” to put in one working day

For the country. (Still more Euclid) –Q.E.D.


I commend your patience, brother, if you've followed me thus far;

And, in metaphor, I pat you on the back.

Let me add, in peroration, that T.Trimmer, M.H.R.

Is quite typical of any Party hack.

Then perhaps you’ll do some thinking when you hear a wordy storm

Of objection from the “solid party man,”

When the theme’s Elected Ministries and similar reform:



For when Bill, the pick and shovel man, or Archibald, the clerk,

Sells his labour for a week at sixty bob,

Then he doesn’t waste his boss’s time and money like a nark

In attempts to do the foreman for his job.

This industrial arrangement – so much work for so much pay –

Seems to suit the ordinary working man;

And we’ve yet to see the office or the workshop of to-day

Working smoothly on the “Good Old Party Plan.”

Return to "Poetry" Home Page

Return to "Airgale" Home Page