Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1885-01-31
THE COUNTRY EDITOR AT HOME.

The foreman locks the office door,
The typos daily task is done,
The devils time Is ali his own
Till the rise of the morrow's sun.
And not till then will click of type
Or the clatter of press be heard,
Or sumbrous air of sanctum bare
BY voice of bore be stirred,
The editor sits at his Preside
with the tools of his craft near by
PAPER, pencil scissors and paste
While pile of exchanges lie
(As some exchanges do at times
When political strife runs high
Near at hand on his writing stand,
And the editor heaves a sigh
As he thinks of the space to fill,
The locals and leaders to write.
The news to scan, scissor and silt,
While the evening hours take flight,
And the fire on the hearth burns low, .
And the scribe grows weary and wan
The slave OF toll by midnight oil
While his readers to sleep have gone.
He praises every worthy deed,
He stands up for his State and town;
He compliments the crops OF smith,
And the stock of good farmer Brown.
He notes the weight of the spring-pig;
That Thompson has Just built an L.,
That wells are dry and winters nigh,
And that old hay is hard to sell;
He wishes joy to welded pair
He has had a bit of the cake
II. eulogizes those who've gone,
Whichever direction they take.
A friend to all who need his aid,
The hist brian of his town,
From grave to gay he goes his way
Until he the pencil lays down.
His leaders-well. in scope and style
They may not rank among the best,
NrAa pn
The writer cares not for the rest.
No time has he for polished thought,
Rut simply does the best he can;
with office cares and home affairs,
He is a very busy man.
The city editor looks with scorn
Upon his country brothers work,
And ,ravesties his local news
with full many quip and quirk.
The "egg upon our table iaid.
The big turnip, cabbage or beet.
Arc standing Jokes with city folks,
The witty paragrapher's meat
Reading one evening by the fire.
The DAYS work done-the hour was late
An upkind jibe from city press
Moved our scribe 10 retsliate.
Taking daily for his guide,
He scau'd its columns up and down.
The cable bits and local hits
And all the gossip of the town.
And as he read he made brief notes
of petty things aud scandals rite'
And then in crudely written verse
Framed picture of city life.
Tho life of dukes and dudes and beats,
deeds of c inc: the Wall Street pane
And all that comes from cut the siums
Or which we read in press satanic
The cable news so very thin,
That's padded when il leaves the wire
nars gossip of the foreign courts,
Or fancies of fertile liar.
duke is laid mp with the govt
Another's wife has gone astray.
And so. OF cour &c, there's divorce,
And some one has brought GU; play.
90 rms the news from over sea
That is flashed along the cable,
To he served no with sauce piquant
AZ the city breakfast table.
with specials, too. from far and near,
THAT swiftly speed along the wire
To toll their tales of fearful gales,
M murders foul, of food and IRE
The local news in finest type
Ellis many a solid column
with street affrays and beer-house ora"is'
Things festive, tragic and solemn
smuggling match has display heads
And the best place in the PAGER,
We read elsewhere of Vanity Fsr'
And the dear dudes latest caper.
r,, .ner now the scribe lays down,
Its weary of fault finding;
That unkind jibe has spent It's force,
No longer his Judgment oiinuing'