SOURCE: "Eddie Guest: Just Glad," in The American Mercury, Vol. VI, No. 23, November 1925, pp. 322-27.

In the following parody of an idealized biography of Guest, Cline alludes to Guest's verse in order to create his own rendition of Guest's life.

Doty's drug-store has spawned prolifically in the last thirty years. Fecundated by Henry Ford, it has become a chain of stores from end to end of Detroit. The old place at Sibley and Clifford streets, where Mr. Doty himself used to compound prescriptions for our mothers, is probably gone now. Mr. Doty travels in Europe and vicarious hands paste the labels on the bottles. There is one-way traffic in Clifford street, and the brick residences that once bordered the adjacent avenues, each sedately aloof in its iron-fence enclosure, have given way to garages and motor salesrooms and rearing efficiency apartments.

It was in Cass avenue, five blocks north...