Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-04-24

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"You are quite an iconoclast," OBJ
served an editor.
"Never mind what l am, sonny
replied Deadwood, as he gently toyed
with forty-two calibre revolver that
hung at his belt. 81 dislike to kill a
man on his own ranch, but mustn't
be SaSSed.'
The editor explained the meaning
Of the word, and the Modified West
erner proceeded Some folks prob'ly
think there is poets that have style
of their own, but / know better"
care you acquainted with the works
of Goldsmith - asked one of the audi
ence.
"What, Ollie Goldsmith I reckon
I am. He's no good. Anybody kin
write such slush as he did -
"Don't you think his Deserted Vii
lags' fair productions"
NAV! Why the lines just gurgle
along like water out of jug. 1t
makes me tired to think that people
will pay for that kind of Cruel .
''Can you write poetry like that g.
kin I? Jest gimme pencil, and
see.'
A pencil and paper was produced,
and the gentleman from Deadwood
sat down and began to write. Pres
emily he arose, and saying,
':How does this slide along?" read
as follows:
Sweet is the sound when Oft, at eight O'Clock,
Up yonder street the young men Quickly walk;
There have I ma sod and Ciawnd the broken
gate,
Mute witness of q session rather late.
The swain, too heavy for the fragile hinge,
Had evidently slipped, and broken things.
Near yonder porch, where once the garden
And still where many garden flower grows
There, where some chunks of pants the place
disclose,
The faithful bulldog on the lover rose.
A pup was he to all the young men dear
Remote from gate he lurked among the grass,
Nor let pair of checkered trousers pass,
Impractical he to fawn or seek for power;
He simply 1unched on clothing by the hour.
"That's pretty good,'' remarked
one of the editors. but. then, as you
say, Goldsmith's verses do run
smoothly. With other great poets,
however. the case is different. Take
Sir Walter Scott, for instance. Now,
he has style peculiarly his own; that
has never been denied. Did you ever
read his YoungLOchniVar'?
Know it by heart, boss.
'Can you five us something like
that?'
The deoler in ready-made poems
again seated himself and wrote. In
exactly seven minutes he had finished,
and proceedep to read as follows:
o, old Jimmy Fair is come out of the West,
Through all broad Nevada his purse is the
best;
And, save his good chcck-book, no weapon he
bore,
He travelled we'll fixed, and could send home
for more.
| He was doughty in purse-in fact I'm fiLsd'Or
Heeled right up for biz was our new Senator.
He stayed not for breake, and he stopped not
| for stone,
He hired an enjne when train there was none :;
But ere Carson City in sight hove he found
| The bride had consented, for Sharon was
round.
For rival in mines "Uncle jim" did not
| care,
az will beat him, :" he said, as the flush
beats two pair ="
One touch of check, and one word in his
ear,
From each legislator Jimd nothing to fear
So gay to the East nominated he went;
| 'sThey'n have feet steeds that follow, I'm
going hell belt."
When he had finished there was a
short silence. Then some one said,
g He can do it can't hea"
s.Of course / kin, boss, II / kin
keep up my lick all day if it's neces-
sary The Tribune is considerable
of a paper fur poetry, but don't you
never worry if any Of your poets git
cranky an begin to buck, jump. Or
drive on one line. Jest you drop me
line inclosin a sdecimen of the cuss's
! work n I'll fill his place every Satur-
day, SOS your readers won't know the
difference. You hear me! I" and back
ing gracefully into the hall the gen.
tleman from Deadwood Departed
Chica go Tribune.