Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1882-07-23
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The editor sat In his chair all alone
nusler person never was known
Wner IN came farmer, a joily old soul
whose name for years had been born,
on the roll
Ut paying Subscribers La had com,
INTO town
10 bring his good wife and some farm
Produce down.
And having anoment or two he could
spare
Had run in as usual. to bring in a share
VI his own sunshine, 20 tighten .hs
RiooM
" the man os the press in his cold
cherries room.
!he editors smile, - be lifted his eyes
ana J. oe sn,; Who vas there. Vas Of Joyful
And be created his friend with deal .,
For e good chat With him was ike tax.
ing a Fest.
When as length, . old farmer 90.
he said. with = sly little laugh in his
sleeve,
MY dear friend. there Is ons ting !
Jdos C0Ab W wy
Now. please don't get ve1sd, for you
But what makes you put in each paper
you print
Somuch tina. is vorthless-do you take
the hint 2
Well-pstty misfortuns--apd little mis-.
deed
And lots Of small matters that nobody
reads"
The editor looked at him square in the
face,
At first with a frown. then smile took
its place.
My dear friend" be replied, II am sur.
prlsSd you don't know
Every line in the paper is read-brt it's
80.
And now, il you wish, will make nv
word good,
And prove what Isay, as every man
should.
I'll put in the very next paper line
Or two about yOu-in coarse print or
fine.
Whichever you choose, and just where
you say,
And if you don't find ON the very next
day
That your neighbors all read it, prom
iss to give
Free subscription to you as long as you
live
Agreed" said tho farmer, sysu shall
sing a new gong;
Put il eight in the middle of one of those
iaae
fine-typo advertisements-I never yet
knew
any person of sense to read one Of them
through;
II l hear Of il twice, I will bring down
you
The bes. load Of garden saucs ever
Then the good days. were passed, and
the farmer went out.
And the editor laughed to himself with.
out doubt,
Az be thought Of his wager and how it
would end,
And the nice little joke he would have
on nis friend;
Then he wrote just two lines, and he or
dered them sot
In the smallest Of type-thinking. IN
win that bet"
And he placed them himself, to DO sure
and not fail,
In the midst of close agate and real e.
tate sale.
For. to better succeed in his little de-
signs,
He'd selected place where to put these
And have them connected with what fol-
lowed and make
A sentence complete in itself. without
break.
These lines that he wrote: Our old
friend, good James True,
Who Is one of the best men the world
ever knew,
OF the well-known Hope Farm''-that
was all he said
About James, but the line next below
these two read
will be sold very cheap"-then went
on to unfold
The beauty and bounds of tho estate to
be sold..
The paper was printed. Tho next day
but one,
Tho farmer came in, with his eyes full
of fan;
you have won," he began, '.just as sure
rs you're horn;
Why, before I'd got breakfast ate yes
terday morn,
Two or three neighbors called on pur-
pose to sec
What that meant in the paper they saw
about me.
Il hadn't seen it YETI Then, during
the day,
Every nei2hbor that met me. had some
thing To sly
About n,y being sold. was sold very
cheap, :
And you did it we'll. too; it was too good
10 keep
so Nv told the whole story, and came
with all speed
10 bring you the garden sauce, as
agreed"
The editor looked from his window and
His friend had brought in all his horses
could draw
III for him; be declined to accept it, but
found
That his friend would not listen. and
was of with a bound.
Saying. cheerily, as he went out-"In
your next
lust say Jim True's preaching, and in
this his text.
There is nauxht in the lapsr-fruit,
flowers or weeds
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