Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1883-06-02
Only a Newspaper Man.

BY 6UkSUA.
The scene Is q newspaper office, the time
rom seven A. N. until P. Z. at nine:
And there at his table. ye Editor man,
Is scribbling away. ju-t ss last rs he can!
Hts forehead is iurrowed with Wrinkles OF care
And towsled and tumbled his iron-gray hair.
For, deep IN q Leader his thoughts are cOplasd,
Aud feet o'er the pages has Faber Is speeding.
The eloquent cause oT.Human.ty pleading;
Not sound on the ominous silence 10 heard,
Save the clicking Of type, as they fashion aWord
When all OF sudden there eaters the door :,
That man OF much leisure. the Newspaper Bore,
The Editor hustens to prof.r a seat,
Bore coolly accepts 1t, and proppng his feet
High up on the table, peruses the mail
Or spins out q long and bewildering tale!
Remains half the day, then-reluciantlv goes
With dozen exchanges o'er which he can doze.
The Editor now ON bis Leaders, intent
Again vi his task ith his Faber Is bent
Ills brow is contracted. his brain in , whlyl
He ponders a moment then braces to hurl
HIS shaits OF keen lightning full tilt at the foe,
AS Jove. from Olympus. hurIs vengeance be-
lOWI
''The slime OF the serpent debases and blIghts.
Our banner of Freedom, unluried 10 the strrs
All crIInsOned with blood on the altar Of Mars,
Low trails in the dust! =
What ho. To the van!
W. up with her coiors anu down with the man
Who su'lies her splend0r! Away with the
Who riot and pillage Ger PATRIOTS grsv-s;
L lEe vampires, VINO cling 10 Co uInOla's . throat
4 nd over her sbrlnes. IN their inlxmy gioatl
The waves leap around usl Put men ut the
wheel
With heads that are level. with muscles OF steel.
Well hail them triumphsnt.' whatever their
creed
And onward to victory. follow their leadl
One hag aud one people-ons country, one
While Nations shall render round OF applause
And honor our precepls-''
step at the door,
1t opens and closes-there stands him before
l he young Village PoetI Tie Editor glares
nd points To q seat, while he Inwardly sw ears .
'f,e brought you Poem. dashed or III
trice,
IT'S Lines 10 Gwendoiyn' | think thsY are
nice;
The measure Is charming. the sentiment fine,
; Tue rnyming is periect--ach alternate iinc!-
You'll place it now. please, on your very hrst
Good day, sir. good da,! !, will be quite the
rage
He bows himself ent-and his Poem unread
| 10 thrown in the basket. the paper instead
Once II ore at his table this Newspaper Man
| ls welding his pencil Us !asI he cun
This time It's wedding which ne delights,
Well peep o'er his shoulder to Zee what he
There's lane that Is kindIed lar over the
| STARS
And treInb!es to earth on -Eolian bars;
'Ils tue love of pure Woman 10 b.ess sn to
Our natures to soften. our lives to endear
Some say, With her whims We are s"rely per-
pleX'd
shell Kiss us one moment ant-klck US the mex.
But-bsh! They are cynics! Pure womanty
love
Is famed By the pinions of angels above!
And Cupid, che rascal. has ieuthere u dart.
Swift speeding il pierces u chivalrous heart!
While, smiling he h1at- on the song of the bells
| Whose rune OF the altar connubal tells.
She, fair as n lily, now blushes bride
| And lifts her dark lashes to MIN ut her side,
Her lord and her lover. Their bark from tn,
shore r, e-
10 drifting. and Hymen Is plashing the oar
Far down through the mists OF the turryinl
years;
That dawn in the sunshine to vanish In tedrs.<
Oh, tides bear them onward Ss braveiy ~ now
oh. angels guide ever their srgosy' IS prowi"N
"Enough Of the wedding!" With wearfsom
air T.
!. He thrOws . himself back on his ricketty char,
And seems to rest under some terrible ban,
Although he is "Only Newspaper Manp'
His brows are stern. knitted. he ponders awhile
His thoughts are unfolding somewhat Ia th
- style: :.
"Some people imagine An Editors LIE a.
Is freedom from Sare and coutentlon aud strife
:pass'' 10 the circus aud such We are given
Ana many presume We will Pass into heaveni