The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1878-10-30
Mrs. Charles Poem.

AhCst Sh0uENo "ASNthN ~ sA"Ao - ASoe~N
pioneers,
When our great prosperous states were termed
'the west frontiers"
In times long gone, nearly or quite three-score
of years.
And thus we backward glance on these old
settlers, when
Came on that early scene the man who wie.ds
the pen.
All honor to those heroes, sravest ever known
The moving force were they, the power behind
the throne.
They came eBlightenlng, to clvilize and bless
With strong compelling Infius nee-ihe PRINT
ing press.
Give credit to that ptonee r, the first who came
Already debi ed with sins, though not TO
blame.
Well cheer that sturdy ehap-"Tom Collins"
was his name.
Praise, too, the enterprise CT Smith and Jones
AMI Brown;
May many laurel wreath the early struggles
crown
or Brandon, Norman, Gregg and others of re-
nown;
Mcguire and Barnett, Bolton, Dodge and Col.
onel Stout,
out;
Dupuy and Merrill, Bingham, Vale and Liv-
ingston,
Boeticher, Noel, Thayer, Elder and Morrison,
Strong, Chapman, Gully, Hardness, Tuley,
Msttingly,
With Downing, Peters and Bennett, glad and
gay;
Jackson and Phillips we mourn SO recently,
And We. Thomas, Tuley, Reed, CARRIER,
here we see
The valiant knights of mighty type, and
quill were they
Who, through the forests for new homes,
blazed the way.
Some thirty years ago they were the public's
Beecher was of them, yet not all of them were
Beechers.
Please pardon IL give this latter name sore
stress;
Items that swelled to columns the owners
gave the press.
Now towns have grown to cities, and since
the days of old
Editors and papers have increased hundred
fold
For time has wrought such changes, this ye
all must know,
In newspapers alone twould take a year to
show.
Since changes are the fashion, fashion changes
all the time;
You'll forgive me If also change the measure
of my rhyme.
While speak of heroes risen from the pluck
that wins, since then
Comes forth host to educate and WELD the
mighty pen.
Brave fellows, like their ancestors, those free,
strong minded men;
The Journalists and editors of this, the later
day,
Yet, like them, grasp the scathing pen and
fearless blaze away.
They lead the van who educate, the public
mind who mould,
While subtle thoughts or damning plot most
quickly they unfold.
Since letters go by lightning and carriages by
steam,
And people now while travelling lie down and
sweetly dream,
Aud precious freight is floating safe upon your
rivers vast,
And the mile posts of LIES journey go quickly
flying past,
What wonder If your editor should seem some
times too fast?
Go find him in the city, up many narrow
stair;
Enter a room-his sanctum called-'tis only
ten foot square.
and thus. just here 1 try to prove, when he
has found his den,
The editor has climbed so high, he's reached
the upper ten"
Our Journalists are skillful men our poets live
to teach;
Our politicians love TO talk, and sometimes
too, they preach.
No wonder, then, that editors now have so
much to write,
When every day Its record has of fair or fire or
fight.
The great demand, the want, Is this-the mys.
terry is out
Among so many themes, TO choose the thing
to write about.
And II Of times the Maynard thought gives to
his mind the slip,
He grasps the scissors firmly snother's
thoughts to clip.
Since music, books and flne arts now must
figure In reviews,
And sometimes. too, he tries to tell how poets
WOO the muse;
And "them literary fellers" combine fresh
game to catch,
Although old Simon Cameron thought one
widow was his match.
And, now, while Pn about 1t I'll mention
just a few
Who belong to our great city and the great
ink shining crew.
There's Harding's sharp, inclsiye pen that
strikes both deep and hard,
And Reed, who makes poetic war, the genial
blonde haired "Bard;"
Clear minded Walker, Holiday, Cardinal
Martindale
And Maynard, of the Sentinel, who makes its
foes TO quail.
There's Halford, who, an editor forever should
remain,
And he who feels and under,ands the poets
pleasant "Paine;"
There's "Sinex" sending forth the news-he's
quite mystery
And Berry Sulgrove, who Ia called truthful
history.
Buchanan. too, do not forget the Indiana
Plan;
Who, like his brother Tom, youn find, is
something OF q man,