1922…People were dubious about spending twenty-five cents a ticket just to see a poet, but then they tended to be somewhat softened, mollified, by the fact that Lindsay also delivered temperance lectures which appeased the many dry-fanatics at the time.
Everyone would come to see a show, and Lindsay did not disappoint them. He could overcome the challenging and derisive moods of students, so much so that they would become enthralled, cheering him after a reading as if their college team had just whupped their biggest rival. The townspeople and professorial class tended to be less responsive. Some would stare aghast at the poet, while others were known to cradle their heads in embarrassment; none of them had probably ever seen a bona-fide poet behave in such an outlandish manner.
Lindsay’s biographer, Elizabeth Ruggles, wrote that it was a unique experience to see him in the throes of a recital: his arms pumping up and down, his eyes rolling like a man in a fit, his body rocking, and his shoulders weaving. Her description was apt enough, for the auditorium was soon in a turmoil as Lindsay threw back his head, puffed out his chest, and began bellowing out his most spectacular and successful poem, “The Congo”:
Fat black bucks in a wine barrel room…
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom,
Hard as they were able,
Boom, boom, BOOM,
With a silk umbrella and the handle of a broom,
Boomlay, boomlay,boomlay,BOOM!
Bounding to another part of the stage, Lindsay teetered back and forth on his heels, his hands jabbing in the air,and, tipping his head back again, let go- slap, sock, and bang:
THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK,
CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST WITH A GOLDEN TRACK…
Then along the riverbank
A thousand miles
Tattooed cannibals danced in files:
The I heard the boom of the blood-lust song
And a thigh-bone beating on a tin-pan gong…
Lindsay was accompanied throughout this recital by the tom-tom beat of a drum off stage. Suddenly the drum was silent and the poet lowered his voice and delivered the eerie last line in a menacing whisper:
Mumbo…Jumbo…will…hoo-doo…you.