The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1883-09-27
Advent Of the Fall Poet.

A new description of poetic pest has
made its appearance in this city. Yes
terday an undeveloped specimen crawl
ed up stairs to the Eagle editorial
rooms. found its way into the managing
editors room, fell on chair, and,
without warning the occupant of the
apartment of its intention, unrolled
what seemed to be a new pattern of
wa4l paper, and broke forth:
20 bright September, sunny eyed and gay,
Fond realizer of my dearest wish:
The rain that falls, say, every other day
Makes the month to catch the biggest fish,.
The managing editor jumped over
his desk and inspected the creature.
The noise brought the city editor to the
scene, but the materialized apparition,
unheeding the presence, continued:
upon the banks of some sweet rural stream
Where gadfties cluster all the liveong day,
There would sit vacation days and dream,
There would watch"
.'Hold on there!" yelled the city ed
itor, endeavoring to stuff chair cush-
ion into either ear, while the managing
editor was softly reaching for the office
club. What internal stuff is that you
are trying to murder us with?'
EASY, my friend" mildly remarked
the intruder. Presently | will flood
your soul with such sweet melody as
never it has known before. | proceed:
''There would 1 watch the gurgling waters
Around the knotted roots of some tall tree,
And feel delight if / should come to know
A farmers bulldog showed his teeth to me. -
The Office boy, who was slyly prepar-
ing the patent dynamite bomb for use
on such occasions, awaited without the
door the signal for the assault. That
dread signal, three winks from the
managing editor and two from the city
editor, followed by the instant disap-
pearance of both, seemed ready to be
given. The dead calm presaging the
storm was upon the scene for the
fraction of moment ere the poet re-
sumed:
1.-THE vapors from the freshly shorn fields
Upon their aerial way to heavn ascend
Bang! The signal had been given,
and the Office boy acquitted himself of
his task nobly. When the dust and
age done to the interior of the room
was the irremediable mixing of two first
class obituaries of living statesmen with
an elaborately prepared report of the
forthcoming ballet in New York The
chemical composition of the bomb had
reduced the poet to cinders, but on his
person was found the following, written
on flreproof paper:
Spring poets may warble their songs gay and
sad,
But the dearest on earth for the Fail man re-
mains; .f
We make the sore hearts of all editors glad,
And 'Hven their lives with our harvest day
strains.
So place on my bier, when my spirit goes
back
To the seraphs it came from-when dust be-
comes dumb:
He died in the harness on songs endless
track;
His brief life went out at the mouth of
The final word was omitted by the
author, and the city editor suggested
''tomb,' while the sporting scribe,
whose ears pricked up at the word
''harness, scratched his head and said
he couldn't 60 a cent on poetry. The
office boy, however, grasped a stub pen
and filled in the vacancy with the word
''bonib," =" and received a ripe pear for
his Keenness from the man with a
grievance who had just stepped in. -
Brooklyn Eagle.