Poems.txt Here is a poem from the Journal of Irreproducible Results due to Norm Chansky of Swathmore, PA contributed by Stephen Baker Mean and SD | by | Karl's question to his Norman M. Chansky | Students: | The mean is a measure of location, | The center of a population. | What are the distributional | assumptions made by the If at random a score you drew, | author of this poem? Do not The mean's the most likely score you'd view. | be misled by the use of the | word "location," often used You could compute the mean in your slumber. | by those who prefer statistics Sum the scores and divide by the number. | without distributional | assumptions. At the mean sample scores converge; | From the mean these scores diverge. | | Near the mean the scores are many. | In the tails, there's hardly any. | To measure a distribution's variation, From the mean find each score's deviation. Each difference of D score now you square. Sum all D scores, all scores' share. Now this sum devide by N. That's V, the variance, then. The square root of V is called S.D., The gauge of a trait's variability. We've found two moments of a distribution, Developed from each score's contribution. Picturing a universe, try to see, Its center's the mean; its orbit, S.D. ============================================================================= Here is the poem I (K. Wuensch) received when I asked the BIALIK server at BRANDEIS.BITNET randomly to select a poem for me. Plato, despair! We prove by norms How numbers bear Empiric forms, How random wrong Will average right If time be long And errors slight; But in our hearts Hyperbole Curves and departs To infinity. Error is boundless. Nor hope nor doubt, Though both be groundless, Will average out. Meditation on Statistical Method ======================================================================== 29 Sender: "Statistics Education Discussion" From: Allen Herzog Subject: Statistics Poem by V. J. Cunningham The poem by V.J. Cunningham "Meditation on Statistical Method" being available at Brandeis University (see note by K.J. Wuensch) is not solely a matter of randomness. Cunningham taught English literature for many years at Brandeis and poetry of high literary quality about statistics is relatively rare. To further perturb us about coincidence. In a very recent issue of "Physics Today" the poem is quoted at the end of an article on the application of statistics in physics. Cunningham who was a poet who left a very small corpus of work, mainly literary criticism, and a book of his collected poems published in 1971. He was an epigrammatic poet and wrote a number of short obscene epigrams of great elegance. The influence of Martial and Catullus is present in his work. The quoted poem seems to have been written sometime about 1946 and shows a clear understanding of the statistical concepts he describes. He has one other poem with a mathematical theme, some 4 lines about the calculus. It is good to see his elegant and cynical work brought to the attention of a statistical audience. Allen U50161@UICVM J. V. Cunningham ======================================================================== After the students left my statistics class yesterday, I saw a crumpled piece of notebook paper on the floor in the back of the room where some of my less enthusiastic students like to sit. I picked it up and was about to throw it away when my curiosity got the best of me. I flattened it out and found the following verses: On statistical terminology by Cory Lation Whoever invented statistical terms Had a head that was stuffed with worms. All these new words are so much junk, And if I don't learn them, I'm really sunk. Why's the bell-shaped curve called normal? Is it normal to be so formal? There's nothing mean about the mean. Its just average, as is clearly seen. And what's so standard about that deviation? Its a really malicious creation. Confusing students is its only function. It frustrates and mystifies, in conjunction. And who needs the variance? It only rhymes with hairy ants. Variance is what analysis is of, But all my friends would just love To take all the sums of squares we've seen And put them within the instructor's between. I'm just not sure about probability. I think it caused the prof's early senility. I often frequent relatively conditional joints, But that won't get me statistical points. "Histogram" throws me, at least a bit. I remember the first time I heard of it. I wanted an antihistogram to get rid of it. But then I studied it, and after some beers, I learned its a bar chart--there went my fears. Just a bar chart--like Norm's tab at Cheers. Skewness and kurtosis, there's a pair: Something you'd wash out of your hair. Research design, such a burn, Just more weird terms to learn. Your constructs are valid, so's your internal, But if your validity isn't also external, You should flush your data down the urinal Or you'll go to a place where the heat is infernal And study statistics for time eternal. Then there's t, a test with jam and bread? And F, the test that we all dread. And what's so square about the chi? If I don't get to the root of it, I'll just die. Scatterplots, boxplots, stems-and-leaves grow, Sounds like a radio gardening show. Heteroscedasticity, now there's a word. I think its when a turtle mates with a bird. Then we study regression analysis, A major cause of mental paralysis. Least squares I like--minimize the nerds! They like numbers better than words. The most cools straight line--that's what we need. I think I know where that line will lead. Straight out of this class. Were nearly done with this morass, And my rhymes are running out of gas. There's no chance I'll ever pass.... From: Tom Stewart -------------------------------------------------------------- Tom Stewart Phone: (518) 442-3850 Center for Policy Research FAX: (518) 442-3398 Milne 300 State University of New York Albany, NY 12222 T.STEWART@ALBANY.EDU -------------------------------------------------------------- Sender: UGA Humor List From: Joe Mole Subject: Magic of Statistics To: Multiple recipients of list HUMOR The Magic of Statistics The statistician spends his days, In figuring out the many ways, In which a standard error can, Enclose by bars the average man. And having thus imprisoned him, Perhaps at some researcher's whim, Can with the same chicanery, Enlarge the bars and set him free. Or better yet, within the sample, Locate some points with girth so ample, That if by "choice" they were discarded, Man and hypothesis are safeguarded. ================================================================== Date: Fri, 25 Nov 1994 14:40:18 -0500 (EST) From: FLOM@MURRAY.FORDHAM.EDU To: edstat-l@jse.stat.ncsu.edu Subject: A humorous poem Well, maybe this isn't entirely appropriate for this list, but what the heck.....Anyone who doesn't have a sense of humor can hit delete now. Dissertation Blues or Why I should have paid attention in stats class by Peter Flom I've designed a great experiment And collected all my data. I've no idea what it all means I'll get to that stuff later. I've forgotten all the stats I learned, And I never learned that much. I needed it to pass my comps But since then I've lost touch. I'll do another lit review And find another theory, But when it's time to analyze, Everything goes bleary. So I hired a consultant To tell me what I'd got He looked at three years of my life And answered "Not a lot". "There is no dissertation here, There aren't any theses Basically what you have got Is a great big pile of feces!" "You should have called me years ago Now get this through your head: You've hired a physician But the patient is quite dead". End j Hope you enjoyed it Peter flom@murray.fordham.edu