Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-09-19
EDITOR FOR A SHORT TIME.
BY ROBERT F DOTY.

We were sitting all alone, serenely
enjoying ourselves in the useful avoca-
tion of reading. It was 4 in the even
ing, and the day-clouds were lowering,
throwing dim haze over the approx
mate vicinity. We were enioyably read
ing the latest book review, which was a
notice of the latest Observation-Disclosures
story, entitled "Johnson Johannes
Jones, the Bald-Headed Bugle-Blower
of Bungtown." In the run of our read
ing, just where the hero of the novel
had succeeded in conquering very OBJ
stinate mother-in-law, by Gaming her
with ramrod, we we're startled by ter
rible knocks at our ofice-door. A
response Of Come in, - was given. The
door was opened by middle-aged man,
who wore long, shaggy hair, somewhat
resembling Buffalo Bill poorly dressed,
and his teeth were what the Yankee
would term "whoppers." This will
EuInce QeScflpIlVely.
Walking to where we were sitting, he
saluted us in the following language j:
"Be yeu the editor Of the Advocate e.
We deliberately affirmed that we oc-
eupied the chair.
He then unceremoniously pulled from
his pocket bundle of manuscript and
handed it to us, then, hopping the sweat
from bis face by the use of his coat
sleeve, he sat down.
We had begun sort of review OF his
peculiarly-composed composition, when
he warbled out:
"I'm a poick, I is! I'm the author
OF 'Jeems Slapfitter's Love and How
He Escaped Death p"
He kept on talking, but we did not
deign to notice him. Suddenly we came
to verse in his metrical composition,
which did not seem to convey harmoni-
GUS ideas. But let us give a sample.
Here it is as written:
RURAL SCENE.
BY GEORGE WASHINGTON NAPOLEON BoNAPARTE
TOM JEFFERSON SMITH.
Twas yestereen that did view
rural barn-yard scene;
OIL sang the cat and barked the eve,
While Rover chewed bean.
"See here, Mr.. Smith," said we /;
"You don't seem to apply good poetical
sentiment in this. You've got terribly
mixed up. It is evident that wide
mistake has been made. The cat is not
noted as melodious singer, neither
does sheep bark, at least o common
domesticated sheep does not, and I'm
sure the dog does not eat beans very
extensively"
just then he few in and explained.
This was his pellucid explanation
"Mr. Editor, you don't understand.
I was not speaking of the common
domesticated animals in that sublime
poem, but aOild ones %
"Mr. Smith, your poem is entitled,
"a Barn Yard Scene,'" we said with a
kind of mock gravity, "and it was taken
for granted that you meant those ami
mails that are usually found around and
in barn-yards."
We thought we had him; but, no
He gave good proof, and we caved in.
1t was this:
CT have seen rattlesnakes in barn
yards, and I'm sure they are not domes-
ticated."
"Well, well, Mr.. Smith, good
enough" said we, and resumed our
reading.
The next poem that we took up was
entitled, "Beatitudes Of Sublime Ide-
atty" Nice subject, thought We; SO,
beginning hasty perusal, we found the
first verse to run as follows
Dark, dark are the channels Of mysterious thought
Beautiful are the clouds that oerhang rs above;
Mysterious Nature and old Time have wrought
A change on Jonesy and his love /!
How beautiful is language and ideas sphere,