The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1895-01-24
NOW, DON'T PRINT 1T.
A Burlesque for the Topeka Sup
preston Fiend to Read.
We HOPE HE'LL SEE THE POINT.
The Kind OF Newspaper That would
Result From Conducting Journal
ON the Country Village Plan.


IAmong the many discouraging things the
meet and in some way overcome every day. per
haps the most discouraglng IS the suppression
6end. The suppress sion fiend is the man
who tells the reporter the biggest story he has
ever heard and then desires him to suppress it.
There seems to be an unusual number OF this
genus in Topeka and perhaps they Will recog-
nlze some of their unpleasant characteristics IN
the poem below which they have uggested and
which the STATE JOURNAL poet dedicates to
them.
In his "sanctum sanctorum'' the editor sat.
In his lap were his scissors. Untrammelled the
Of the Office tipped over the paste and the ink.
While the editor slumbered. too weary to think
As he slept on his tripod believe that's the
That all editors sit on-his fancy took wing
And bore him to Dreamland. but not far away
From the scenes of his fabors of that very day
I said it was DreamIand, but that's not the
You could see as at times he in agony stirred
There were no bright winged angels OF sweet
He was nearer the realm of that dark featured
That rides through our fancies at black of the
And bids all the peace OF our slumbers take
The particular cause of this present transgres-
sion
Was that newspaper monster, the iend Of sup
preston.
A little old man with a quizzcaI air
With old fashioned clothing and uncurried hair;
With a wart on his face that stuck out through
just over his mouth. His chin all veneered
With the amber of chewing. His deep eyes
With the heat of secret. His forehead. was
low.
And retreatng withan to a pineapple head.
He bent forward and whispered. Twas this
that he said:
ST don't know but you've heard it an that's
why | came.
There's man down the street that's been muir
dered. His name
Is Joe johnson. There's big crowd aroun'
An the news is by this time we'll known to the
He was shot by Jim siler. They met on the
street.
They're prominent men. an thought 'twould
be meet
So jest dropped aroun', fer somehow half
guessed
You'd print it. an we fellows want it suppress
The editor promised but sighed at the time.
There's another small item,-the mayor, Jim
Has skipped out with Mrs. Doc Kennedy. too;
SO Thought I'd make haste an call an see
An the big opery house on the corner of Third
Has gone up in smoke. as p'rhaps you have
An thought, all considered. I'd jest drop a
We think 'twould be better if twas kept out OF
print
The editor groaned. But still what could he do?
This man took his sheet and might stop it. who
AN the State Bank of Bungtown has jest clos
ed it's door
An its front is surrounded with newly made
They We got the cashier an they'll hang him,
But we don't want that mentioned. at least not
An the Sheriff has closed up the Bungtown
hotel
But we don't want it printed.-'twiu 90 jest as
we'll.
'But if you want some news-an' you most al
ways do
think / can furnish an item or two
That will Please all your readers. My mother
ln-laW
Has curyus swellin' jest back of her jaw.
An I'm seiIin' my groceries now mighty
But come down some day an I'll tell you hear
ThatH interest your readers. But as to the
rest
1 think twould be better if they were suppress
ed
This editors paper was sorry indeed.
When twas printed it hadn't thing fit to read
While it's rival, the smut Mill'' just over the
way
Sold thousands of extras on that very day.
The sheriff arrived and the presses were stop
ped.
The editor quaked. From his tripod he drop
ped
And he said as he suddenly woke from the
I'm be dinged if I'll keep out another dinged
thing"