The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1860-12-28

CF9-Some local editor, ard up foritems
in his desperation resorts to parody TO &C
quaint his readers with the extent Of his
woes Poes impressive style is invoked;
"MoRE Cory Once in August, wet
and dreary, sat this writer, weak and weary,
pondering DER a memorandum book Of items
used belore-(book Of scrawling headnotes,
rather items, taking days TO gather them in
hot and sultry weather, using up much time
and leather, ) pondered wo these items DER.
While we conned them, elowly rocking, Ohro
our mind queer ideas aocking,) came quick
and nervous Notwithstanding at the cane
tum door. "Sure, that must be JiDks," we
muttered-"Jinks that's knocking at our
door; Jinks the everlasting bore"
All well do we remind rs, in the walls which
then confined US, the Exchanges" lay behind
ne and before US, and before us, and around
us, all scattered DER the floor. Thought we
"Jinks wants 10 borrow some newspaper till
TO morrow, and twill be relief from sorrow
to get rid Of Jinke, the bore, by opening wide
the door" Still the visitor kept knocking
knocking louder than before.
And the scattered piles Of papers tut some
rather curious cRpers, being lifted by the
breezes coming thro' another door; and We
wished (the civil wish was evil, for one deem
ed always civiD that Jinks was at the d.,
70 stay there eyermore: there 10 find bis level
Jinks the nerte-unstringing bore.
Bracing up Out patience irmer, then, with
out another mhrmur, "Mr. Jinks," said We
"your pardon your forgiveness we implore;
but the fact is, we were reading Of SOME Gu.
Hous proceeding, and this il was, tnheedlne
your loud knocking there before--H Here We
opened wide the door; but phancy, now our
pheelinks[f0r IL wasn't Jinks; the bore
j inks, nameless overmOre.
But the form that stood before us, caused
q trembling TO come o'er US, and mem ry
Quickly bore US back dgain TO days Of yore
days when "items" we're in plenty, and
whereer this writer went be picked up Inter-
esting items BY the score. Twas the form Of
our "deyil," in an attitude uneiyil; and he
thrust his head within the open door, with
"the foreman's out O. copy, strand says be
wants some morsl" Yes, like Alexander
wanted more
Now. this locale had already walked
bout till nearly dead--ht bad sauntered thro'
the city til his feet were very sore-walked
thro the street called Dadphin, and the by
ways running OF into the portions Of the city
both public nnd obseurei had examined every
cellar had questioned every "fellar" whom he
met ffom door 10 door, II anything was stir.
ring--any eecident Oecuring-not published
heretofore; and had met with no success; he
would rather kinCer guess he felt little wick
ed at that ugly little door, with his message
from the foreman that he wanted Something
more"
"Nowi it's time you were departing, you
scamp" cried We, upatarhngi "get you back
into the ofice--oflice where you ere before;
or the words that you have spoken will get
your bones all brokenH (and We seined a cud-
gel oaken, that was lying on the hoor,) take
your hands out Of yonF posketsi aud leave the
sanctum door; tell the foreman there's no copy
you ugly little bore" Qu0th our devil, "send
him more"
And our devil, never sittlngi siill is sitting,
still is fitting back and forth upon the land
ing jest outside our sanetum door. Tears
ad0wn bis cheeks are streaming -sirange light
from bis eyes Is bsaming-and his voice i
heard still screaming, "sir the foreman wants
some morel" Aud our soul pi creed with that
screaming, is awakened from its dreaming,
aud has lost the peaoelul feeling had beforef
fort fancy will c0Iue Ger US. that each rea-
der's face before Us, bears the korrid--"We
want a little more" Words on their foreheads
glaring, "your funny" column needs little
moref'