Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1852-07-01
No Place for Loafers.

Having a little business with son of the
type, few days since ! entered his office
To transact the same. The entrance TO the
printing room was a narrow lane, leading
from the main street to the front of a wood.
en- stairway IN the rear of large brick
bloch. At the head of said stairway. IS the
home of my friend Typo After closing
bargain with the man of ink, stopped
moment out of curiosity and what a busy
scene met my eve Here were some 20 or
30 workmen, all intent upon their own EN-.
ployment, not one idle, or staring me in the
face, though a stranger TO Them ALI very
remarkable instance of good Manners
They worked too with commendable zeal
and good will, and like men who ought to
receive their pay. Here was one busy with
types Tor a concert bill--there was another
pouring over much worn volume entitled
Newspaper Ornamenls'-Y onder stood a
boy, lux roller in hand which he plies
with magic touch, aud forthwith is issued
a flaming handful procaiming the wonders
ct Dr. RS newly invented pills. In one
corner was long table, piled high with e.
nameled board which under the eve of
pale faced man, was fls, assuming the form
oi business cards, to become the property
OF Square Logic, and be distributed amonp
the qnarrelsome cockerels that come To his
office to get plucked. In short. the place
was real industrial hive-and tie hum of
each busy bee, was a strain Of sweet music.
As my eye wandered from one wonder TO
another, II became fixed upon placard, on
winch, IN PLAN, large, black capitals, was
tue mysterious ncrlption-' No place for
loaiers. took the hint, aud started for
the door las my hand rested on the knob.
read IN the same black letters. the words.
Pass out and shut the door, obeyed the
injunction, and took long steps, ill joslled
by the crowd that thronged the sidewalk
As elbowed my way along thus ran my
soliioquy-' No place for loafers, queer
place, that printing oflice-and no one to
shut the door after those who are too law
to shut one for themselves | stopped short
and repeated No place for loafers,' again
and again. Where on earth is place for
ihem Not IN printing Office, they'll Jog
Inc devils elbow-Not IN the mechanics
shoP, Tor there every one is too busy to a.
muse loafers, and addle .headed leols No,
III chnrch, for there they cannot Ifik. smoke
or sleep comfortably IN the bar room.
Tor when his pocket has been euip,ied, the
landlord opens the door, saying, No place
Tor loaiers Who are loafers 7 They are
the descendants of Cam, vagabonds on the
lace OF the earlh-too lazy to pluck up the
thistle that grows beneath their fcet-lhey
smoke, drink, chew, fight, swell up and die
they kill horses 10y hard driving when
their time Is not worth a mill they Toll a.
bout oyster dens day aud night, reel about
the corners of streets, aud insult respecta-
BILE citizens with oaths and vulgariies-oh
they're an awful criitur-Go to theatres
horse-races, pupplt-shows, and often to the
galiows; they are gamblers, forgers, thieves,
highway robbers, pickpockels and assassns
The little boy who is allowed to run about
the streets, aud into rum shops aud all pos
slble mischief because a good teacher
DOuld make him behave decent is a oafer
IN miniature The paren, who brings up a
ch'd in tina, way, is loafer maker The
printer has said, no place for loaiers' Let
that placdrd be posted on every door, every
corner OF the street, and every stable yard
Where as The place for them No where
There is not nook or corner above ground
where Nature has not written with her own
lnImliable hand, No place for loaiers.'-
BetknGp Gazette.