Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1861-12-25
" More Copy "A Printer Parody.

We extract the following paraphras
of POe's Raven, from the 81. AnthOn,
Nea0s:
Once Qast Friday,) item greedy, sa
this writer sad and seedy, pondering O'el
a memorandum book of items used before
book of scribblings rather; items, tax
ing days to gather them. in sultry, boiling
weather-great expense of limb and leath-
er.) pondering we those items o'er. While
We conned them, slowly rocking, Through
our mind strange fancies hOcking) came a
quick and nervous knoeking-knocking at
the sanctum door. Sure, that must bt
Jinks, we muttered-"Jinks that's knock
ing at our door Jinks the persevering
bOre!'
All, how well do we remember US, in
the walls that then confined US. the EEK.
changes" lay behind us and around US on
the floor. Thought We '-Jinks has called
to borrow some newspapers till to-mOr-
row and twill be relief from sorrow to
get rid of Jinks, the bore. 50 I'll open him
the door" Still the visitor kept knock
ing-knOcking louder than before.
Bracing up our patience frmer, then
without another murmur, "Mr. Jinks, said
we, your pardon and forgiveness we i'm
plore. But-the fact is-we were reading
of that Pembina proceeding. where they
voted DakOtas and Ojibways by the score
and were lost in the reflection that the Of
ter Tail election might with cart-loads sent
for Becker tip our calculations Ger" Here
We opened wide the door. But phancy our
our phelinks-for it acJSnt Jinks the bore.
But the form that stood before US, caused
a trembling to come Ger us, and memory
quickly bore us back again to days of yOre;
days when items were in plenty, where'e CT
this writer went he picked up interesting
pencilings at almost every door, Twas
our horned under-trappcr = twas this
young internal rapper-hand outstretehed
like Taptin Capper. with "the foreman's
out of copy, sir, and it kinder riz our dan
der, that, like Alexander, he had set up all
the copy and already wanted "more p
wanted copy-evermore
Now this local had already walked about
till nearly dead-he had sauntered through
the city till his feet were very sore, walked
through Pine and Todd and Cedar. through
the Mills, and-"gentle reader"-into ways
you never thought Of both public and OBJ
scure; and examined every shop and cellar,
and had questioned every "feller" but they
ali refused to tell or hint at any shocking
accident" not published heretofore. HaY-
ing met with no success he would rather
sOrter guess he might have felt trife
wicked at that ugly little bore, with the
message from the foreman that he wanted
something more
Now, it's time you were departing, you
young scamp" cried we, upstarting; get
you back into the office-office where you
We're before; or the words you have spoken /
sure will get your noddle broken, (and We
seized cudgle, oaken, that was lying on |
the floor, still he stood and never stirred I
from his position in the door-budged the
devil neyerm0reI
"lnky Demon child of evil dost in /
persecution revel? Thinkest thou to hunt /
and haunt me like an everlasting bore p!
Leave Or-(pauSe till have said it, this
sheet thou art doomed to edit, aud to lire,
Ike me, on credit, Ire on credit ece77Rore.i'
Then the devil fed afrighted, muttered
faintly, "Send him more"
But our devil, never sitting. still is fit
ting, still is fitting back and forth upon
the landing just outside the sanctum door;
:ears a-dOwn his cheeks are streaming.
strange light from his eyes is cleaning, and
ais voice is heard a-screaming, Sir, the
brennan wants some more ~ Shocked
ind startled by that warning we'er awak-
med every morning, and We hear a dismal
forming Of the imp outside the door, and
ancy will come DER us, that each readers
ace before Us bears the signet give US
lassie draughts and antiquated lore -
Copy" still-foreYermore