The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1857-08-13
cial Advertiser.
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AN EDITORS TRIALS.

AN EDITORS TRIALS.
KATE NEVILLE
sn<n thiak when reading the news,
fsOr could please IL he choose
eh paper as this, why, all must agree,
thing OF less interest they did see.
, Critic, reject you a noise oo
= mans m=A. Is another mans poison
q you persist in your steady denias,
1bSe you few Of an EDITORS trials
= pretty young lady, sprightiv and fair,
paper in hand, waitzes up a chair,
hastily giancing Ger al saw,
Dshrus; IL aside with muttered pshaw.p
No marriages here
I think il queer,
1r-N11there's ever 50 many
= They dou's publish any.
Here's poetry, And battles,
Sketches, And sieges,
And tales, And suits,
Without ending, A pending;
But picics. concerts, parties for me,
\ Such trash upon paper, never did see-
Then a nice young man, with a cane and moustache,
Who certainly thinks he cutting a Dash,
Looks the Iist Of plays and sorecs,
As il vainly trying his fancy to please.
In thearers, In races,
Ci-ruses, And chases,
Operas, In benquets,
Balls, And calls,
And finally wonders what editors
By printing paper ut be
seaimeu-ai young lady next picks up the paper,
And reads by the light of a dim burning taper,
And woDiers IL lines addressed Miss Relic
written to her by clever young fellow,
Who's pretty and witty. and learned and wise:
- -is s.ops in alarm at the :: 4 nueI sxes, .
What pity 't;s true,
And now, Mr. Editor,
Tis all blamed on you.
What speeches, And law e.
And sermons, And jawifg,
And And ciawing,
By despatch, To match;
But no sketches tales that can see
What kind of a the editor be,
Next grave politician who with dignity giows
ADJUSTS his gold spectacies his nose,
Takes huge pinch Of snuff before he proceeds,
Then opens the paper and Ieisurey reads
OF breaches, OF nate,
And speeches, OF House,
And treign OF railways,
Reports, And courts.
And says as he reads the Iass column % war;
What's strange kind Of people these editors are,
These rhymes and these love stories print,
II 'txUuld do any good. would give them a hint.
Now a prim old maid the paper espies
And holding it carefully of from her eyes,
And frequently mustering . la," and . du tensr
shs manages some way 70 read very well
The marriages, The robberies
Accidents, And murders
Suicides, All in
Deaths. A breath,
And finishing, wonders what sort OF . blunder
The whole OF the community Is under,
To support paper whose print Is small,
She vcndsrs how sorne people read it At all
Vert angry Contributor eager for fame,
Rashes into the sanctuua, to loudly complain
srn ruined, sir, ruined-my success, sir, Is DER,
50 many mistakes ne'er heard Of before,
Look here this sonnet addressed my Lady,
You've made Il a Bonnet and Dress for Baby
Don't talk of my writing and say t that
You're editor, SIR but zent-thaf Il fat
The farmer complains that his crop is neglected,
While much time i spent In guessing who'll be elected;
The minister says it should be sedate,
And n1uch wasted in matters Of
And thousands % other complaints made known,
Which the ezisor's hack has 20 bear an alone;
But the of Il s, that they all join In saying
sleh paper n this he can print without paying.