| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Major Fitzpatrick | | By Baker Brownell |
| | From “In Barracks”
HIS back had the sabre’s curve, | |
| Clean sitting on his mount. | |
| His words were winged words, steel-tipped, | |
| Loosed on drab men drilling. | |
| His was the drama of the harpoon | 5 |
| Driving barbed oaths, driving deep | |
| Into drab men drilling | |
| On the battalion parade. | |
| The dynamic of the oath was his, | |
| Its knife energy, its thrust. | 10 |
| At the third battalion Major Fitz | |
| Hurled personality like bitter shrapnel. | | | | |
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