The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1896-07-19
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The foiloaing original poem was read
F.efova fhe washington Editorial Associa-
tlon al North Yakima. July :. lss. NJ H.
NJ Day, Of Fairhaven:
I'm the lard OF the Dakosass" on time
xe al remember.
A rearing blizzard swept the land, On shs
lies OF bleak December.
And the hosIing tern pest shook the earth
and zught that barred Its way.
Oh. the binding snow and the biting wind
made havoc on that day.
All around the forty-u,arksr the mercury
was lodging.
In every crack and creyice me oo"ny
flakes were lodging:
And the l.sckiess wight. who lost his way,
Nigh. well fear meeting death.
With his blood and marrow freezing. AID
his fast eongealing breath
A.ws think Of all that happened on that
awful chilly day.
L. makes q fellow shudder IN most IN
pleasant way.
Ana we almost shrink from speaking OF
the things that happened then
When the ice cream never melted and
ths ink froxe on the PEN
But We cannot shirk our duty. Tor the
the truth viii never down,
So we write this tale OF horror OK Tar Da-
kota town.
All about a country print shop IN the
hioonIn' middle West.
Where the printer pressed the button ana
the people did the rest.
Where the heavy silver shekels wore the
printers pockets through.
And the bills against the publisher were
never falling due:
Where the subs were all Good Templars
and never on a toot.
Where the devil was a gentleman, and
wore a broadeloih suit:
Where subscribers brought In turkey and
paid up in advance.
And give the honest printer q sort o. liv-
ing chance:
where the complimentary tickets were
not doled out with care.
And the local printer got the job to adver-
tise the fair.
Where everything was lovely except one
fatal fault,
More certain death than cigarettes, or Dr.
Daffy's malt;
And twas. alas, this fatal fault that
caused the devils ire
build fire.
And so. upon this awful day Of which
we now relate.
The TYPO ana the eoitoE suSS1sHSSo "
stubborn fate,
Ana the warning TO the 1--WE" came ever
iastingly too late
1t so happened that the printer was "set-
ting" al his case,
And the editor sat writing at very rapid
pace Z.
(You see the country I'VE" was kind o.
mixed up in one place..
When the enbers in the fireplace were
growing very dim.
That the blizzard struck the print-shop
and quickly "doused the glim."
You see the devils holiday happened just
about tina time,
Had 1t happened one day later we should
never had this rhyme,
For the devil was the fireman In that I'm
congenial cline.
So that was how 1t happened when the
trouble firSt begun.
And things kept on happening TIL the
tragedy was done.
The printer had more copy than he could
use in years.
Yet the editor kept writing with the old
loose Office shears.
Making matter muchly mixed up with
mlrth and bringing tears.
The room was growing chilly. and the
ink was growing thick,
But the printer kept on setting" old long
primer in his stick.
The editors coat collar was down close
about his ears.
And the frost was thickiy covering the
useful Office shears.
But the printer never needed, and as sure
as I'm a liar
That printer man would freeze to death
hafnPe he'd build a fire.
The frost upon the window pane was fun
two inches thick.
But the printer kept on setting" old long
primer in his stick.
The editor got his Arctles. bundled on his
overeoat:
wrapped his legs un in bear skin, put
a mGfier around his throat.
But the printer seemed as active as
yearling mountain goat
Then the editor grew drowsy. while he
slowly donned a smile.
Thinking that TO freeze a printer took
an awful laundering while.
Then he pulled on sheepskin mittens and
bumped up In a pile.
But the printer Kept on setllhs al IN
no.ent OF guile.
The editor reused up slightly, pulled on
his beaver cap
And covered up cdch ailipie caA VISA @@A
pie furry Zap,
Then slowly settled down again TO take
last sweep nap,
And as the winters blizzard slowly froze
his nice blue blood
II seemed as though he still could hear
A dun and sicSening thud
Like mules foot pounding slowly over
bad lands gInaho mud.
Yes, Il was The printers fingers FROZEN
solid 10 the hand.
And the we" at last had drifted 10 thai