Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1882-06-02
THE EDIToR s WAGER.

Tho editor sat in his chair alone
A bus'cr person there never was known
When In came farmer, jolly old soul,
Whose name for long years had been borne on
OF paying subscribers. Ho had como into
10 bring his good wife and some farm produce
Aud having q moment or two he could spare
Had run In ns usual, 20 bring In share
or his own Inward sunshine to hshtoh 'no
OF the man of the press and his duh chccrlcss
The editors smile, ns he lifted his eyes
And saw who was there, was of joyful SUR
And Se elected his friend with deal of glad
Fora good chat with him was like taking a
rest
When At length, the old farmer got ready to
He said with sly little laugh in his sleeve;
MY dear friend, there is one thing | Just want
Now, please don't get vexcd, foryou know It's
but what makes you put in each paper YOU
So omSch that is worthlcss-do you take the
hint2
welpetty Observation-Disclosures md little misdcSds leeds
Tho editor looked Mt him squire in the face,
At FIRST with frown then n smile took Its
"My dear FRIEND" he replied, "rm surprised
you don't know
Every line in the paper is read-but itsso;
And now, II you wish, will make my words
And prove whnt say, as every man should.
I'll put in the very next paper q limo
Or two about you--in coarse print or fine,
Whichever you choose, and just where You
And Il ys You don't find on the very next day
That your neighbors all read 1t, promise to
give .
Free subscriptions to you ms long ms you live"
agreed" said the farmer, "you shall sing
Put It right Ia the middle of one of those
Fine-type advertisements-I never yet knew
Any person of sense to read one of those
through:
If hear from II twice, will bring down to
you
The best load of garden sauce ever grew
Then the "goo days" were passed, and the
farmer went out,
And the editor laughed to himself without
~ doubt
As he thought of his wager and how 1t would
And the nice little joke he would have on his
Then he wrote Just two lines, and he ordered
In ths smallest of typc-thinking' "rll win
And he placed them himself to be sure and not
fail,
In the midst of n close agate real-estate SALE
For. to better succeed in his little designs,
And have them connected with what followed
and make
A sentence complete in itself, without break.
These the lines thnt he wrote: "Our old friend,
good James True
Who Is one of the best men the world ever
knew, :.
OF thc well known Hope Farm"-that wns all
that he said
About james, but the nextline below these two
"will be sold very cheap"-then went on to
unfold
The beauties and bounds of the estate to be
sold.
The paper was printed The next day but one,
You have Won" he began, Just as sure us
you're born;
Why, before I'd got breakfast ate yesterday
morn.
What that meant In the paper they saw about
U hadn't seen it YETI Then, during the day.
Every neighbor that met me had something to
About my being sold was sold very cheap,
And you did it well, too; it was too good to
Solve told the whole story, and came with all
speed s-r
To bring you the garden sauce, as agreed."
The editor looked from his wi idow and saw
His friend had brought in all his horses could
draw
All for him; he declined to. accept 1t, but
found
That his friend would not listen, and was OF
with n bound,
Saying. cheerily rs he went out: "In youi
next
Just say Jim True's preaching, and this is his
text:
There is naught in the paper-frult, flowers o,
weeds
Not line in the paper that nobody reads"
-Pr0pidence Or. ~ Journal