The Brookhaven ledger. (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1875-1883, 1880-06-24

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The Editors lkeverie.

The Editors Reverie.
Read at the Fifteenth Annual Convention of
the Mississippi Press Association, YaSoo CITY,
June I'd, 1880, af -..ti. ..-a....s
BY HOMER L. MAGEE.
1t is the sanctum sanctornm and in II the
editor lingereth, ... -s.a. 80.
Weary at eventide's hour; turrowed his
brow with much thinking; ra.secs#
Haggard his face and wan, and his eyer
have hungry look IN them, .rs 81 /.
As though square meal hr'd not tasted
for many and many fortnight. r.
Loud through lhe doorway beyond him
the noise OF the men at the cases,
Comes ith profanity mingled and the
click of. the type as they drop them,
Grnmbling as they, everyone, from the
devil to the loud>mouthed foreman.
Which the cause il his failure to pay their
weekly allowance OF lucre.
YEARLY the editor sighe,h as his mind the
swift question revolveth-
TO stay their appealings clamorous.where
on earth is the money to come from?
mechanically strayetti,
But out again quickly appeareth because
in there It's so lonely.
Groaneth again he aud plungeth through
his hair his ink adorned digits,
Swayeth his form to and fro in the very
quintesSence of anguish;
Let us list kiad friends. inst a moment, to
serio-comic expressions,
As he, iall from the depth, of his sorrow.
as they drop from hi- lips editorial.
"Where is that exchang. unread yet-the
Daily Flip Flap that brought here?
| Gone like the last rose of snmmer-con-
found the villain who stole in
The Journal, the Times and the Herald,
likewise the Banner TrI"weeklv.
| Gonr and no clue left behind them-gone
like the tail end of glory,
| And that ie,ler from Jones, OF the Bugle,
ih. mere ii i now before me,
| What's this! At snnrise tomorrow meet
me. Won vllllinols scuundreI,
With coffee aud pistols for two, and-why
what in the deuce does the man mean?
Oh, yes! remember 'iwas that little
slnib | wrote of his father having
been convict"
Here's another from Smith, Of the Blow
hard. wants to know why in thunder
copied
His leader on the wants of the people and
failed to beatow proper credit.
Still another from Jenkins the doctor,
want cool ten thousand for libel
! IylY A. ,,.,t
proceed Jenl., scoop IN your bonanza.
"And last, but not least a terrific scrawl
from former subscriber;''
Dear sir, allow me to say like not the
course your journal is taking;
| Your remarks ON the buldozing question
exiblt, sir, weakness uncommon,
So, sir, YOU will sreaty obIise me BY i'm
mediae!y stopping my paper
'1'll read no more!' at length he cries, as
halt from his seat he upr1es,
Worried to death am /, and by George | !
qult this business to~morrowl
III 90 T., India France, New Z-alani or
Ch ma aud dwet among the heuhen
| Apvthlg tnything und-r the sun than
| chiet scribe on c,un.ry newsptp
|. To live and to know not to-day how m,
breakfasts to be ha u the norr W;
To live and to borrow tn, clptiihg alt;
covers NV back OF a SUNDAY;
| To live and in lien of cash payments take.
wood and corn meal for subscription
Onion, FISH, cabbage or potatoes. or per
haps tis a load OF pine shingles.
ITO be or not to be, that is the question
which Hamlet, the crazy
Prince OF Denmark, to hinselfpropounded
when sorrows multiplied round him;
If Hamlet had been a quil-driver he
would quickly have settled the ques-
ton,
For"-but Iol his reverie mournsi was
hushed by visitors entrance
do you see this notice, You william? he
wells as he knocks DER the inkstand
| And scatters profusely the contents DER
the copy for next weeks paper;
"Do you see this notice, you william? If
not, then spread open your optics,
Read and retract, or by heaven, you'll soon
feel the force of this horsewhipw
One hour the matter explaineth and peace
full at last he departeth,
| Once more the editor museth and once
more is he interrupted;
Its the spring poet" he muttered, as a
form appeared at the doorway
! Tall, mild-eyed and long haired delicate,
pale and ethereal.
''Good day, SIR" he lispeth sweetly as a
seat he takes uninyited,
Removing with many grimace a roll
from his pocket capacious.
IA poem which sir, for true beauty well
! rSals the ancients,
All, sir, the thought high-wrought and the
measure would shame the best lines OF
aSpencer.
"Shall I read it?' but alas the words they
died on his lips all unfinished
One blow from the scribe swift descended
and he layeth like shadow;
Silent he lay there, all doubled and twist
ed, cut off in the prime of his glory,
Gone was his spirit to join in the re-
vels of poets departedl
Once more to his reverie mournful the
editor turned his attention,
Once more and to be interrupted, but this
time the event was JOYFUL.
Loud through the passage beyond him
footstep of roughness resounded,
Soon in the entrance beyond him stooC
the new conner fat and good natured
"Why. Major, old man, what's come o'e
you? why YOU look like your las
friend had left you
CHEEKY his voice and his features told ths.
:,
: "Look up. here's fifty subscribers I've
brought you from over the river,
Yes, aad tho caeh too, to back them
here's the money-just cool hun
dredr
Der the poor editors features smil
gradually spread ani grew b. oader'
l'TilI il covered his whole face and thel
swiftly he roe mp and cried out;
Give me YOUR hand, old conrade, let M
shake it to still my emotion,
You are the kind of a patron that Will NEE
the poor scribe up in Heaven.
sTIurrah! my heart is so full that | can
not EXPIRE IS how I'm grateful,
But YOU know how it is yourself for you'y
been in the same sweet condition.;
AWAY to the fonr winds my suffering
away starvation and hunger
Peace and good will TO all men-what
take drink well. i don't car
if | dol"
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