The Opelousas courier., 1889-04-06
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The Old Joke and the Bumorist, and the
story and the newspaper Man.

The Old Joke and the Bumorist, and IA
Story and the Newspaper Man.
An Old Joke once hobbled into the
padded room infested by the Profess
SIGNAL Funnyman Of a Newspapef::
while writing, his daily grist of original
selections from the ancient humorists.,
This Compiler of the ~Pleasarfries Of
the Past was busy Revamping a joke
which the late Joseph Miller, Esquire,
introduced on the last page of his
justly celebrated work merely to ''dll
ups" but he glanced up cheerfully as
the Ola joke dragged himself in.
Sir" said the Old Joke, in feeble
accents, Il amseast out and deserted
BY all: l did 5Rt even get into the
Boston almanac this year; take me in
die!' RAJ
"And that I,ersst not do" replied
a man of Ancientf Hunor and ac-
quaihted with ~agedont, still I can not
use you; 'twould cost N.e my Job; ever
now they say the propiiee< or turns from
my column to the obituh p for relief:
You know you we're o3sane yhen tbs
foundation of Rome was lait.,
Il was contemporaneous Web our
first parents in the Graden of fS> n"
answered the OLD joke, proudly. =
the Wandering jew among jokes. VII
it is hard to be left without a place to
lay my head at this late day."
1T is," admitted the Jester, putting
his ihdcilaEe brush in the inkstand.
six months ago." mttse6 the Old
Joke, half speaking to himself, II had
hope of getting another engagement
with the London Punch. But it can
not bel l am sast out from my natural
home"
at is sad," returned the Jocularity
Gentleman, 'sbrt | will tell you what
you can do. Go to one of dur popular
a~fter-dinner speakers, Congressman
orretired army officer preferred, get on
his staff and you will be all right. He
will tell You on all occasions, and
newspapers that cor you now will
print you as new, on the strength of
your patrons Endorsement"
A moment later the Old Jokes
crutch was heard sounding along the
p~assageway which led to the elevator.
At another time, d Newspaper Man,
who had ceased being a Journalist
nearly forty years before, was Busy al
his desk. He had that night
edited a page of Stuff, written
two columns of Good Matter, and
reviled his pipe twenty times
because it would not draw. lie
was abusing the tobacco, saying that
it was inferior to that procurahle be-
fore the war, when a'certain Story
entered.
Good evening"" said the Story.
Hello" said the Sharper of Public
Opinion.
81 am a story" said the caller, s'be
longing to Mr.. Jags Giblets, the cele
lbrated parlor and platform humorist
My chief does not write his stories
for publication. but thinks up goot
things like me, and nightly tell
them to large audiences. / an
the leading story in his colieN
tion, and l may say, and say it modest
Iy. that | have brought him much rep
utation and a large barrel of scads
Thousands have roared over me ant
pronounced my owner the funnies
man on earth. Honestly, now, am
not a good story"
81 can truly say that | think yo'
are," replied the manipulation of tn
lever that moves the world, as he pu
a dispatch about a man who voted TO
General Harrison's grandfather in tn
!, waste basket; ) Eyes, you are a mos
excellent story, the best, l believe
that I ever heard. Indeed, / were bu
: an ~ungrateful father should I sa,
y otherwise, for I wrote you myself owe
:, Thirty IA ago.. OF course you ar
good I never write any thing tina
isn't good"
Two hours later, when the Man wit
the Throbbing Brain first looked VI
he noticed the marked absence OF
certain Story.-N. Y. Tribune.