Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1891-01-24

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u viads which sases % sre by no meant csn-
1 dosd c, our evs trade centre; tbey sfe INST
ursl evils, cemro1 to 81. men engaged IN
i al manner Of occupaions- Les us not
fsoiishIy iassgiue. Or teach ofhers t. believe.
t1st We Gre unduly oppressed
The bentet rsssit.sg from . recognized
| eonnsesisn with the press sre NOS 70 be
reckuDsd in dollars and cents. don't be
levs there Is today in MAine an editor Of
the siigi.esz merit Or the slightest mark. vhp
has nos greatly advanced himself By his
iabofs. I see before me geo.iemenI whom
have had TIA honor Of shaking BY the hand
! -fsnsisnssn whom I should never have
Gated my friends bnt far the humble newt
paper wcrk have been engaged in:
"And doth not meeting Ike this make amends"
| for the .rifng a,noyances and dis
appointments = man msy have expes-
fenced .h.ls doing tia. work which he loves
best: / tell you. gsn,iemsn Of the press,
that our csl.i9g sf1.ds Us advantages, per-
. nal. social and fraternai, sach a. are
| enjoyed by the followers of no other pro
fession within my kso~iedge. We may be
unmind!El of orr pSiviieges at times, but
we would miss them sadly we've they
| de lied US.
Bot with all our forge,fuIness let u
| ever remember the Importance Of the task
va have undertaken. The power Of the
press is today every where recognized |
The newspaper approaches pcopls 81 times
when they are indisposed to attend to any
thing else. IL Ellis up those odd moments
Of life whose Influence for good or evil can
scarcely be ovsr-esiimatsd. II possesses
natural attractions which no intelligent man
or woman can resist. Poetry may kindle
loitier fire, the drama may rivet attention
more firmly, science may open . wider
horizon, philosophy may touch o.
deeper spring, but no work 10 &C
| penetrating, none reaches 90 many homer
and attracts 30 many readers ~ the news
psper OF today. Those who read nothing
el.e scan its columns eagerly. Those
whom sermons never reach, whom histor,
| fails to arrest, are reached and arrested By
the daily or weekly record Of national o.
| local affairs. II is this which makes bAc
| newspaper more detestsble than almost any
| other form Of publication. 1t 10 this which
gives even to foolish or worthless sheet
demorxlizing force beyond its own con
| temptible dement's. 1t il thi. which maker
q good newspsper-pure in sryle. elevsfins
! in thought, true in sentiment-one Of ths
| beet boons to the home and to the State. Il
10 not gcing too far to say that the nearer 3
man comes to publishing . newspaper Of
| this description, the grea'er will be hi, |
reward in this world and in the world to |
come.
Poem by Elliot c. Mitchell Of Port |
land.
Mr.. Mitchell preluded his poem by =
humorous tale Of his trials Is . poet, after |
wards giving the following poem. which |
was literally spplsuded:
WHY THE FOREMAN NEVER DRANK.
BY ELLIOT C. MITCHELL.
Twas lunch time with the journal crew
hard nights work half done;
The typos sat and ate ard smoked
Cracked jokes and big yarns spun.
A goodly crowd Of men they were
As ever spaced line
OF careless mien and generous heart
OF sorrow not q sign.
Both young and old are gathered there
Gray hairs and beardless face
From good old Ross the market-man
To swpes the young scapegrace;
Who. Just the very night before
In poor old Ross shoes
Had put layer one inch thick
OF 'Morrifs" tweive-cents news.
Jim Bell the foreman Is man
Noticed in any crowd
Honest and true in every act
And OF his honor proud.
mean act ne'er was charged to him
Though in fun he loved part
Some thought that underneath there was
A sadness in his heart.
Jack Brown. Joe Str0ut are jolly dogs
Who seem to know no care
They're used to spending all they earn
No thought for future fare.
They love their glass of beer full well
Can sing jolly song;
And though they do no special good
They do no grevous wrong.
Here, Swpes, r'the devp' Joe Strout calls !
just take this money here
And tumble down to Davy's place
And fetch Us up some beer"
With nmble feet and hurrying steps
The little fellow flies
In less than ten short minutes time
Comes tagging in the prize.
''Good boy, you are hustler sure,'
Says Joe. and then the men
With Jolly toast |
All take drink |
And I'LL her up again. |
Not all-all save Foreman Bell,
But not drop for him.
In fact he never takes thing |
They call him Temperance jim" |
Although the foreman never drinks
He's never called a crank;
The BOYS have never heard him speak
word against 1.-THE tank
1t always struck them queerly too
They'd really like to know
Why such q temperance man as Jim
Said never aught but no.
'Here Swipcs here's Just a glass full left,
You're pretty likely kid,
Just put it down like little man
Just as the gang here did,
Frank Hall, for that's the DEVILS name
Who's in for any fun,
Now hesitates before he drinks
As memories DER him run.
Thoughts of mothers sweet kind face
While lying on her bed
She gently draws her dear boy down
And strokes his carly head.
Crank when YOU go into the world
And are tempted, dear boy think
For your poor mothers sake, my child,
For her SAKE do not drink
How clear be hears that voice tonight
such precious counsel given;
From one who loved him best on earth
And sees him now from Heaven.
That prayer has done its work this time
No, boys, guess don't,
Amt afraid twill tip me up
But lust the same WON'T
"Why, Swipes is scared Joe Strout calls out. |
He's 'fraid to put her down;
You'll never make printer, kid,
Till you can do the town.
Here, boys, let's put it down his throat,
Initiate the cub;
Into the order old and tried
of Printers of the Tub"
He grabbed the boy and held him fast,
In spite OF Ross frowp,
Raising the beer to Swipes's mouth
He tried to force it down.
The boy set firm his teeth aud lips
And fought with all his might,
When suddenly Joe Strout went down,
The glass flew out of sight.
Twas Bells strong arm that struck the blow
The quiet, honest Jim,
Who meier was known to take part
In any broil or scrna
His face was like piece of wax
His strong right arm stretched out
He drew the lad up to his side
And flashed his eyes on Strout.
The crew were transtixed with surprise
TO see the foreman's rage
"What Jim Bell strike a blow like that
Us the wonder of the age"
Strout slowly struggled to his feet
But did not say word,