Ethel Belle Taylor Faulkner
© Copyright 2019 by Charles Faulkner
I have a checkered elephant
That goes to bed with me
I had no time to make his eyes
And so he cannot see
His tusks were funny bits of cloth
Their use I could not see
So I sewed right past the place
Where they were spos’d to be
Some folks think that he’s a dog '
But he’s got a trunk you know
Even that drags on the floor
Unless he stands just so
This poem was written in the 1930's while a Ethel was a student at Stephens College.
Photo of the "Arts Group" in costume. Ethel is in the middle row, far right.