The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1859-10-29
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=" MORE COPY"

Once in August, wet and dreary, sat this
writer, weak and weary, pondering Ger q
memorandum book of items used before
(book of scrawling head notes, rather j
items taking days to gather them in hot and
sultry weather, using up much time and
leather (pondered We those items o'er.)-
While we conn'd them slowly rocking,
(through our mind queer ideas fockingl
came quick and nervous sknocking-knock.
ing at the sanctum door. "Sure, that must
be Jinks," We muttered-"Jinks that's
knocking at our door Jinks, the everlasting
bore"
All, we'll do We remind Us, in the walls
which then confined US, the " exchange" /"
lay behind US, and before US, all scattered
Ger the floor. Thought we "Jinks wants
to borrow some newspaper till tomorrow,
and twill be relief from sorrow to get rid
of Jinks, the bore, by opening wide the
door" Still the visitor kept knocking
knocking louder than before.
| And the scattered piles Of papers cut
some rather curious eapers, being lifted by
the breezes coming through another door;
and We wished (the wish was evil, for one
deemed always civiD that Jinks was at the
ID, to stay there evermore; there to End
his level-Jinks, the nerve unstrinping
bore!
Bracing up our patience frmer, then with.
out another murmur, "Mr. Jinks," said We,
"your pardon, your forgiveness We impIore.
But the fact is We were reading of some Gu
rious proceeding, and thus it was, unheediup
your loud knocking there before" Here We
opened wide the door. But phaucy now,
our pheelnks-for it wasn't Jinks the bore
-Jinks, nameless evermore!
But the form that stood before us. caused
trembling to come o'er US, and memory
quickly bore US back again to days of yore;
days when ''items'' were in plenty, and
where'er this writer went he picked up in
teresting items by tho score. Twas the
form of our "devil," in an attitude uuciyil:
and he thrust his head within the open door.
with "Ihe foreman's out o. copy sir-and
says he wants some more" Yes, like AL
exander, wanted "morer'
Now, this "local" had already walked
about till nearly dead-he had sauntsred
through the city till bis feet were verv sore
walked through the street called Dauphiu.
and the by-ways running off into the por-
tions of the city both public and obscure:
had examined store and cellar. and had
questioned every 'sfeller" whom We met,
- SAAA NooA w eoo'3 ~ all was
any accident occurring-not published
heretofore; and had met with no success
he would rather kinder guess he felt a little
wicked at that ugly little bore, with bis mes
| sage from the foreman that he wanted
"something more"
"Now, its time you were departing, YOU
scamp!' cried We. upstarting; "get you back
into the Office Office where you were before;
or the words that you have spoken will get
your bones oil broken," (and We seized
cudgel, oaken, that was lying on the Aoor)
stake your hand out of your pockets, and
leave the sanctum door; tell the foreman
there, 8 no copy, you ugly little hore."-
Quoth our devil, "send him more"
| And our devil never sitting, still is fit
ting, back and forth upon the landing Just
outside our sanctum door. Tears down his
cheeks are strsaming-strange light from
his eyes is beamrG- and his voice is heard,
still screaming, s'sir the foreman wants
some more" And our soul, pierced with
that screaming, is awakened from its dream
ing, and has lost the peaceful feeling had
before; for the fancy will come o'er US, that
each readers face before US, bears the hor-
rid words s-"we want little more v'-
Words, On their foreheads glaring, I" your
funny column needs a little more! %