Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-06-25


make an omelet in a plug hat with an
oil stove or turn the jack from the bot
tom of the back and yet have as many
uictuals the hext morning as ever.gO on
making moneySWhile l, who bring tears
70 ievered eyes and sobs from the breast
OF the young and fair, have not dipped
my parching beak in beaker or bathed
my cunning little mustache in a stein
OF cool beer since week before last ~
After a time the heavy tread OF the
publisher was heard coming up the
stairs, and In the gray light of the Office
the poet saw tho strong features Of
Ahann. Gutenberg, Of the great
pleTHs6iH$ Vhouse OF Gutenberg,
Faust & Schoeffer, printers
Of royal equestrian work, bank work,
country work. show printing, such as
handbllls, programmes, dodgers, hang
ers aud immoral posters at low prices.
"Gute mOchgin," said the great in
venter OF movable types and inside
rates on book publishing as he gave
that peculiar but enticing melody 70
his voice which the American without
, tdnsilltls can never hope 70 acquire,
1--WE gatesw
The poet made aD Obeisance so sud
den and so earnest that his surprised
and astoniShed digester ratified against
his ribs like everything.
"Gute mOchgin, mynheer," he said.
"Oxco0se me!'
He then sat down and ate a little Of
the paste to give him strength. Then
he told his business.
81 want" he said, ia a low but re-
spectful voice, ITO print a small edition
Of my poems"
"Ah," said Mr.. Gutenberg, you'll
have to see SchOeffer about that. / at
tend to the reissue of secret works l
Nam now writing and getting ready an
exDunQed edition of the Bible that will
Ne as good a Christmas book as you ever
law. ] am one OF the best expurgators
IN the business, but poetry doesn't
catch on. i could make a good living
Just by expurgating alone.
"Schoeffer is the man for you TO see.
He tends 20 the VcritaSteT, the jackaSter
and The pOetaster.'
With that he bit into big red apple
and went up stairs In order TO indicate
that the, interview was az an end.
The poet asked for Mr.. SchOeffer,
but he was out OF town trying to get
I mo tax list and county printing for
Strasburg.
Ii was several days before the poet
went back again 20 the Office and wiped
his feet on the large hole at the
threshold worked Ia gray coffee sack
\ ing and used at that time for deormats.
The poet had been in. He had been
invited to drink something and had
Ythonghtlessly done so on an empty
stomach. II have not eaten anything"
he said as II TO himself, "but / cannot
loose this opportunity in order 10 go
about the whole city seeking to comply
with an old philosophical within"
Therefore his head was hurting him
some, and the mereSt fragment OF the
dog that had bitten him was ont Of the
question.
Schoeifer was an odd looking man
who had risen from farm life TO the
normal school and thence to the pub
fishing business. He corrected people
who made little grammatical errors and
\ charged 10 up TO their copyright &C
nOunt. He would lead the printers
round tin they got 20 talking about
pent and its pronunciation. Then
Mould bet with them, aud those who
Nd IL taken out Of their wages.
re vesy little to DO here" said
RffGr, except in the evening.
In the firm 70 correct proofs
Ut for the press than any
Mr. Gutenberg, Of course,
the printind Of standard
which there is a copyright
t issuing the Song Of Solo
& Christmas.
vii be an eXpurgated edition
De and then an edition that
sxpurgated for train and
on not handle other MSS.
thors who can still read
ELY. How many copies do
print?"
ould hardly tell, OF course,
on how the public habbed
sc ! wanted one copy for
q would like IL and
eause she has al
and loved me for q