The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-11-22
INTERNATIONAL COPYRIGHT.

Oh. peruse Simple story-read a parable de-
From the vice of vending pullets ere the little
beasts are Matched;
A weird bilingual prophecy with flying foot
notes shored
On the means OF slipping sideways from the
worlds ie-joggle board.
Twas the Broncho among Nations-a severely
cultured race
Though their mode of spelling centre proved
them clearly of their base,
Passed Bin of three Dimensions-two of which
concerned the trade
And one, but this was fiction, books the British
Author made.
Softly sang the British Author, for q dream was
OF Landaus from Longacre and Of houses In
Park lane:
But ere he went to Tattersalrs, or changed his
modest dwelling,
He explained, per Western Union, his objections
TO their spelling.
"But I'll vitiate the spelling of the children of
my friends
If you pay me something extra for my labor"
Message ends
And it filled that authors system with severe
electric shocks
When his Largest Reading Public called back:
you're on the box.
"The fact of being Shouted for dime along the
Does not fix you for a planet among Literary
Stars:
When our high-ton Mister H-rp-r sews you up
for fifty cents.
"British parsons make us tired; British Dukes,
our daughters doubt EN-;
Cuss words of the British Army, we can mosey
on without 'em.
Take walk and get your hair cut: sit on Mister
Nudes shelves;
If we've got TO pay for reading. guess wen read
about ourselves
So they read by free selection on . principle
Twas the most exhaustive wedding that an ink
stained earth had known
And the palpitating cable szzled madly under
"Honor without ~ I'll stomach. What is Honor
without mef'
No, the fame the newsboys give you when they
board the C. Il. q
Does not predicate your kiting into honor with
out ''u.''
II you cannot bang the big drum, you must
twang the Harp OF Tara,
With McGinty ana Grady and the man who
struck o'Hara-
Itwas good for zenas Mather. Independence
Ada I.sacs MenEen shuswap, Janet Thackeray
Van Dewze-
They stood pat as home grown produce, with
some seven thousand more;
They were paid at fun face yalue-they came In
the ground floor.
For they wove their country's fiction, triple-ply,
OF many shades,
From the big blue bergs at sitks to the rotting
Everglades;
And never since the Pilgrims furled the May
lowers sea-worn sail
Had the Broncho among Nations seen herself
done cut TO scale.
II was wooly-wild and wooly-it was more
than three feet wide,
For IL ran from Maine to Oregon and out the
other side.
with one nasal Halleluiah! like giant jews
harp drcne.
The Broacho among Nations claimed q book
case OF her own.
Now they're running ninety Shakespeares-all
with Varicgsted dictions;
They have put the growth of Millions under
interstate restrictions;
They Drake the & 7, freight cars with the Isu-
reAtss ot the West.
And a vigilance committee is sub-editing the
rest
They are writing of Proportion and Reserve,
and Racial Feeling,
Like an retrospective sneak thief who has just
abandoned stealing,
And we can't attend TO Baby, and we can't lie
down AZ night,
For those queer, selt-conscious schoolboys howl:
''Git up and see US write.
But they re learning not to "wiggle" when you
photograph their manners;
They are guessing at q medium fwtxt "yoa
skunk" aud mad Hosannahs.
And the men who know EN- isncy-if the meas
IRE they have made lasts
That some day they'll be = PUblic-uot girls
school swapping ''ITade-lasts,
Ends nv lnrd. lucid legend, hAlts nv parable
divorced
From the blame Of hunting NAvaioes before
your scouts are horsed.
Oh, tie authors in the pares, and the deuce is
But the Holy British Noyel-yss-i,'s wholly
-Rsavard Kiplaa0.