The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1866-03-22
KBN0sHA WISCONSIN, THURSDAY MARCH o. 1866

MORE Copy. THE following article we
clip from the Printer, and recommend its
perus 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 writ
ten as Poe's Craven" the style Of which
it initiates The sixth stanza, especially
admirably deliueates the desperate exerG0n
sometimes made by local" to hunt up
something interesting to his readers and if
any one cannot forgive us when the local
column" is not filled with items, after read
ing this, we pity him OF her who is SO hard
hearted. Read:
Once in Au gust, wet and drearv sat this
writer, weak and weary, pondering DER a
memorandum book of items used before
book of scra1Iiug head notes. rather
items taking days to gather them in hot
aud sultry weather, (using up much time
aud leather) pondered we these items DER
While we conn'd them, slowly rocking
(through our minds queer ideas flocking)
GENE quick aud nervous Knocking
knocking at the sanctum door Sure that
must be Jinks''-we muttered-' Jinks
tttts knocking at our door Jinks the
ee,rlasting bore
Ah y eli do We remiud us in the walls
wirc then confined us, the exchanges
L y behiud us and before rs and around
US all scattered o or the lJor Thought we
links wants to borrow some newspapers
lill To morrow aud twill be relief from sor-
row to get id of Jiuks, the bore, by
opening wide the door Still the visitor
kept knocking louder than be-
fore.
And the scattered piles of papers cut
some rather curious capers, being fitted by
the breezes coming through another door,
nd we wished (the wish was evil for one
tleerned always ciyil( that links was at the
Il u, To stay there evermore there to
fad his level--JInks, the nerve unstruging
bore.
Bracing up our patience frmer, then
without another murmur MIR Jinks," said
we. ''your pardon your forgiveness we inl-
pore. But the fact is we were reading of
some curious proceeding, and thus it was.
unheeding your loud knocking there before ,
Here We opened wide the door but phancy,
now, our phelinks-for it wasn't Jiuks. the
bore --Jinks, nameless evermorc
But the form that stood before us caused
a 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 r this writer went he picked up inter
estng items by the score. Twas the form
Of our 'deviI, in an attitude uncivil and
he thrust bis head within the door, with
The foreman's 00t O c0pg! strand says
he wants some more!a Yes, like Alexan-
der wanted more r.
Now, this local had already walked
about till nearly dead--he had sauutered
through the city till his feet were very sore
walked thronght the street called Dau
phn, aud the by ways running off into the
portions of the city both public and obscure;
had examined store and cellar, aud had
questioned every ''feller' whom he met
fraln door to door, if ANYTHING was stirring
any accident occurring not published
heretofore; and had met with no success
he would rather kinder guess he felt little
wicked at the little ugly bore, with his mes
sage from the foreinen that he wanted
something more .
''Now it's time you were departing you
scamp cried we upstarting; get you back
into the office-office where you were be
fore; or the words that you have spoken
will get your head broken (dnd we seized |
cudge oaken, that was lying on the foor) |
stake your hands out Of your pockets, and
leave the sanctum door, tell the foreman
there's no copy, you ugly little bore Quoth |
our devil ''Send him more
And our devil, never sitting, still! is fit |
ting, still is fitting back and forth upon the
landing Just outside my sanctum door =
Tears adown his cheeks were streaming
strange light from his eyes is beaning =
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 the peaceful feeling had before; for the
fancy will come o er US, that each readers
face before us, bears the horrid words I'VE
want a little more y Words, on their fore
heads gIaring, your funny column needs
"A Ii tile more -