Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1859-10-31

MORE CoPY.'-Ihe following article we clip
from the last number Of the "Prnter," and recon.
mend its perusal to our readers. 1t gives
graphic description of the "hard up" condition
into which local editors are sometimes placed and
is at the same time nearly as well written as Poes
"Raven" the style of which it initiates. The
sixth stanza especially, admirably delneates the
desperate exertions sometimes made by a "Io.
caP to hunt up something interesting TO his
readers; and if any one cannot forgive US when the
'ocal column" is not filed with items, after read
ing this, we pity him or her who is so hard heart
cd. Read
Once in August. wet ard dreary, sat this
writer weak and weary, ponderng DER mem.
orandum book Of items used belore--book of
scraWling head notes. rather; items, taking days
TO gather them in hot and sultry weather, (using
up much time and leather) poudered we these
items Ger. While we cOnn'd them, slowly rock.
ing, Through our mind queer ideas aocking) came
| a quick and nervous knOcking-knooking ut the
/ sanctum door. Sure that must be J!nks" we
multored-"Jinks that's knocking at our door;
Jinks, the everlasting bore"
All, well do we remind u.s. 10 the walls which
theu couined US, the Exchanges" lay behind US,
and before u.s. and around US, all scattered DER
tue floor Thought we "Jioks wants TO borrow
some newspapers till to morrow aud twill be
relief from sorrow to get rid of links the bore
l : ~
kuocking-knocking louder than before.
And the scattered piles of papers cut some ra.
ther curious copers, being lifted by the brtezes
coming through another door; AMI we wished
(tbe wish was evil, for one deemed always ciyiD
that Jnks was tue d-l to stay there evermore;
there to find his Ievel-Jinks the nerve unstring.
ing bore
Braci up our patience Grmer, then without
another murmur, mir. Jnks, said we, "your
pardon your forgiveness we implore But the
TACT is we were reading of some curious proceed
ling aud thus ii was unheeding your loud knock
ing there before" Here we opened wide the
door But phancy now our pheelinks for It
wasn't Jinks, the bore--Ji ks, uameless eVermore
But the form that stood before u, caused a
trembling to come Ger us, and mem'ry quickly
bore us back again to days of yore-days when
"items" were In plenty, aud where'er this writer
went he picked up interesting items by tho score,
Twas the form OF our devil" in an attitude un
civil; and ha thrust his head within the omen
door, with "Tho foremans OUT O. CORY sir-and
says be wants some "more !" Yes, like Alexander,
wanted "morep
No, this "loeaP had already walked about til
nearly deHd-ho bad tauntered through the CITY
till his feet were very sOre-walked through tho
street ca led Dauphin and tho by>Ways running
of into the portions Of the city both public and OBJ
scurej had examined store aad cellar, and had
questioned every "feller" whom be met from door
10 door, II anything was btirring--any accident
Occurring-not published heretofore: and had met
with no suecessj he would rather kinder guess he
felt little wicked at the ugly little bore, with his
message from the foreman that ho wanted "some>
thing more"
"Now, it's time you were departing, you ssnmpl'
cried we, upstariing: "get you back into the Office
I-otlce where you were before; or the words that
you have spoken will get your bones all broken, "
land we seized oudgel, oaken, that was lying on
the hoor "take your hands out Of your pock and
leave the sanctum door; tell the foreman there's
no copy, you ugly little bore" Quoth our devil,
"send him more"
Aud our devil, never sitting, still Is fitting still
is fitting back and forth upon the landing, just
outside our sanctum door. Tears adown his cheeks
are streRming-strange light from his eyes is
beaming-and his voice is heard, still screaming.
Sir, the foreman wants some more {" And our soul
pierced with that screaming, is awakened from its
dreaming, and has lost tho peaceful feeling had
before for tho funny will come DER US, that each
readers face before US, bears the-horrid words
1--WE want little morel" Words, on their fsre.
heads glarng "yOur funny column needs little
more"