Wyoming democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Wyoming Co., Pa.) 1867-1940, 1868-02-26
a PRINTERS STORY


memorandum book of items used before
Il books and scribling rather; items, taking
days to get them in chilly freezing weather
great expense of limb and leather } pom
dered we those items O. er. While we
conned them, slowly rocking through our
mind strange fancies fiocking came a
quick knocking, knocking at the Sauctum
door. "Sure that must be Jinks, we
muttered-" Jinks that knocking at our
door Jinks persevering bore !"
! Alb, how well do he reminds us in the walls
that then confined US, the g exchanges" lay
behind us and around us on the floor
| Tho't we Jinks has come to borrow some
newspapers till tomorrow and twill
be lief to get rid of Jinks, the bore; so I'll
open wide the door, Still the visitor kept
knocking louder than before.
Bracing up our patience frmer, then
without another murmur, Mr.. Jinks your
pardon and forgiveness we impore. But
| the fact is-we we're reading of that
Pembina proceeding, where they voted
the Dakotas and Ojibways by the score,
and were lost in the reflection that the
Ottertai election might with cart-loads
sent for Becker tip our calculations Ger.
Here we opened wide the door. But
phansy our phelinks-for it was not Jinks
the bore.
But the form that stood before us caused
| a trembling to come DER US. and memory
quickly bore us back to days of yore;
days when items were so plenty, and
where ere this writer went he picked up
Interesting pencilings at almost every door.
Twas our horned understrapped-
twas this young internal rapper-h hand
outstretched like Captain Taper with, the
forcman's out of copy, sir; and it kinder
riz our dander that like grasping Alexan-
der, he had set up all the copy and already
wanted "more - wanted copy ever
more
Now this local had already walked about
till nearly dead-he had sauntered' through
the city till his feet were very sore-walk-
ed through Pine, Spruce and Cedar, through
the streets aud gentle reader, into
ways you never thought Of, both public
and obscure: and examined shop and Gel
lar, and had questioned every feller " but
they all refused to tell or hint at any
shocking accident" not published hereto
fore. Having met with no success, he
would rather guess he might have felt a
tlife 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
were before; or the words you have spok
en- sure will get your head broken, and
we seized a cudgel oaken, that was lay
ing on the floor, still he stood and new
er stirred from his position in the door
budged the devil, never more
"Iukv demond, child Of evil! dost in
persecution scvel Thinkest thou to
hunt and haunt me like an everlasting
bore Leave orr pause till | have said
it this sheet thou art doomed to edit,
and to live, like me, on credit, To- live on
credit eyermore ! Then the devil fled
affrighted, muttered family, " send him
more. p"
But our devil, never sitting still is fit
ting, fitting hack and forth upon the land
ing lust outside the sanctum door tears a.
down his cheeks are streaming, strange
light from his eyes is cleaning, and his
voice is heard streaming, "Sir theforeman
wants some more !" Shocked and start
led by that warning we've awakened every
morning, and we hear the dismal mornings
of the imp outside the door; and fancy
v;j1 coun. DER rs and each readers face
before US bears the signct, "give us classic
draughts and antiquated lore " "Copy"
still foreyermore