Dayton daily empire. [volume] (Dayton [Ohio]) 1850-1865, 1860-03-09
DAILY EMPIRE.
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AEtelb OF an hdilor
BYKArE NEVILLE.
How often We think when reading the news
An editor could please IL he chu0se--
But such pApsr as this all must agree
That thing Of less interest they never did see
Bat, sir critic, II feet, ere you make noise on
That one mans meat IL anothef mans poison
And, lest you persist 10 your steady denials,
Wen give you few Of an editors trials.
First, pretty young lady, sprightly and fair,
wan paper In hand waltkes up TO a chair,
Aud hastily glancing DER all that she saw,
She throws II aside with muttered "pshaw 20
No marriages here
l think tits queer,
When there's ever so many,
They don't publish OnY.
Here's poetry, And battles.
Sketches, And seges,
And tales And law suits,
without ending, A pending.
But no picnics, or concerts. or parties for me
such trash on paper | never did seel
Then, nice young man. with a cane aud
nous ache,
Who certainly lhiLks he is cutting dash.
Looks over the list Of the plays aud so!ress,
AZ II vainly trying his fancy TO pleSse,
Ia theatres, In races
Oircuses, And chases,
Operas, In hanquets,
Balls, Aud calls,
And finally wonders what editors mean,
By printing paper not ft to be seen.
Sentimental young lady next picks up the pas
And reads by the light Of dim burning taper,
Aud wonders n lines here addressed TO Miss
Rolla
Were not written to her by some clever young
fellow,
Who's pretty aud witty, and learned and wise;
But she stops 10 alarm at the dark htzel eyes"
For here are deep blue,
What pity It's true
Aud now Mr.. Editor,
'Tis all blamed on you
What speeches, And lAwing,
And sermons, And iawing,
And news Aud clawinx
BY dispatch, To match;
But no sketches or tales that eau see
What kind Of a man must the editor bel
Next grave politician, who with dignity
Adjusts his gold spectacles over his nose,
Takes huge pinch Of SNUFF before he proceeds,
Then opens the paper and leisurely reads
or breeches, or senate,
Aud speeches, OF house,
Aud foreign or railways
Reports, And courts
And says, as he reads the last column of war,
whats strange kind Of people these editors
These rhymes and these love stories to pnnt
II would do any good | would give them
hint.
Now prime old maid the paper espies,
Aud holding IL carefully off from her eyes,
And frequently muttering "lal" and 'du tellp'
She manages some way to read very we'll
The marriages, The robberies
Accidents, And murders,
Suicides, All 10
Deaths, A breath,
And finishing, wonders what sort Of n blunder
The whole Of the community is under,
To support paper whose print is SO small,
She wonders how some people read il Ht all.
Next an angry contributor, eager for fame,
I'm ruined sir, ruined my success, cir, is |
So many mistakes were ne'er made beforei
Look here at this "Sonnet addressed 10 my La
dy."
You've made il "a Bonnet aud dress for Ba-
byr'
Don talk Of my writing, and say it was that
You're an editor, sir, bat no gent-thats flat.
The farmer complains that his crops are neg-
lected,
While so much time is spent in guessing who'll
be elected.
The minister says it should be more sedate,
And not so much wasted on matters Of state.
Aud thousands Of other complaints make known |
Which the editors back is to bear all alone
But the worst OF IT is they all Join in saying,
Such paper as this be can print without pay.
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