St. Paul daily globe., 1892-06-07
HE FOLLOWED COPY.
Amazing Result of an Ingeniou
Printers HumOr.


Printers Humor.
"Horrors. what an obscure hand you
wrte!" said the literary editor to the
new space writer, as he turned in bit
of poetry.
"Oh, it's plain enough" interjected
the poet. hastily. "The rhymes and the
meter will help the compositor out, and
there'll not be the least bit of trouble if
they just follow the copy"
And the manuscript went huStling up
the tube to the composing room, says
the Cincinnati Commercial Gazette.
"Sa-ay, what dod-gasted chump has
been sendin' in his Chinese laundry bill
for copy?" wildly yelled out Slug 10.
Wiping a sudden burst of perspiratiOn
from his forehead and gIaring at his
last take. 81 can't make head or tail
out of this thing!"
"Well, Chinese or no Chinese" cried
the hurrying foreman, make whatever
you can out of it and snag it up III
mighty short order, for we're late nOw."
And the type fairly jumped from the
case into the stick.
GOOD Cesarr' gasped the proof
reader, clutching at his brow. Are my
eyes fail ng or is this premonition OF
nervous prostration" Then he rubbed
his eyes and stared. "By the gods!
either Pve got the blind staggers or slug
los on royal toot"
At that instant scream came down
the spout: crush that proof along for
heavens sakeI We're late!"
The prOof-reader groaned, galloped
down the column. heSitated and then
desperately thrust the slip into the
tube, huskily murmuring. II compared
it with the copy. and that's as near as l
can get to Hebrew these days."
That night the new space writer hur-
riedly wrapped up and addressed copy
of the issue without glance and
dropped it into the mail, with this brief
note:
My Onliest Sweet and Dearest Marie
I send you number of the Sunday
supplement containing my little poem.
Your face was an ever present insplra-
ton to me when | wrote, and happy
thoughts ofyou inspired every sentence.
Here you will find expressed what |
have ever felt toward you, but have
hardly dared to voice before. Till death,
etc."
Miss Marie Cortlandt Van Clifton
glanced through the tender note,
blushed with pleasure, and hurriedly
opening the paper read:
TO MARIE.
When the breeze from the bluebottle's blust-
ering blim
Twirls the toads in O tooroomaloo.
And the whiskery whine of the wheedle-
some whim
browns the roll of the rattatatoo,
shade ShallV-pO-
shee,
And the voice Of the ballymolay
Brings the smell of the stale poppy-cods
blummered in blee
From the willy-wad over the way.
All, the shuddering shoe and the blinkety
blanks
When the pungung falls from the bough
In the blast of a hurricanes hicketty-hanks
Over the hills of the hocketty- y-how.
Give the rigamarole to the clangery-wang,
If they care for such fiddlededee,
But the thingumbob kiss of the whangery-
bang
Keeps the higgledy- -piggle for me,
L'ENvoL.
1t is pilly- y-po doddle and aligobung
When the lollypop covers the ground. "
Yet the poldiddle perishes plunketty-pung
When the heart jimmy Goggles around.
If the soul cannot snoop at the giggles some
cart,
Seeking surcease in gluggetty- -glug
1t is useless to say to the pulsating heart,
'-Yankee-doodle ker-chuggety-chug.'
The new space writer and Miss Marie Corr
landt Van Clifton are not engaged now.