The record-union., 1896-11-29

And aWkWardly he StrumS,
Careless alike of tune or time,
With a hand that is full of thumbs
They rocked it not that afflatus divine
Dwelt apart from this hapless scribe,
But they said he should sing, whatever his
song,
Or the effect of his diatribe.
So. a song in minor key I sing,
With many harsh, false note,
And I promise not to closely cling
To English as she is wrote!
The theme shall be the editor man,
Worthiest of all the boys;
The editor man-his sorrows and cares,
Also his triumphs and joys.
The editor man, who records 1t all
Marriages, deaths and the births;
Who puffs the merchant and booms the
town
And is not always given his worth.
The editor man who assists to climb
Politicians to Office high,
And gets for his pains in the afterwards,
Marble heart and a CLASSY eye.
The editor man who coins his SOUL
And who mints his wisdom and wit
For the general good; and gets in return
Full pay and equivalent-nit!
/ sing of the man who sings in turn
OF the many men Of his town;
Who is always expected to write them up,
And never to write them down.
To the editor man I say, all hail.
And welcome and fellow well met,
Dismiss your cares and make 1t a day
The troubles of life to forget.
For day the compositors' rasping cry
For copy is stilled; and unread
The rivals scoop; and to all intents
For day the devil Is dead.
The man who lays an abnormal egg
Upon your table to-day
May find you out, but fret for him not
There's time to work and to play.
The wide-awake man who comes to tell
OF whitewashed barn or a fence,
May go away with his item unsung
But think Of him not in suspense.
The suffrage girl, not tender, perhaps,
Who wants you to help the cause;
The minister grave, with churchly note,
The smart aleck who picks the flaws!
The Miss having news of a social affair.
With "sumptuous repast" therein,
The gossip who happens along to tell
You OF all the sinners and sin;
The bore who sits by your side and pours
In your ear his tale of woe;
The chestnut man with jokes that are
stale,
The poet with Beautiful Snow;
The oldest subscriber in towering rage,
Who demands that his paper stop,
Who takes to himself your witty remarks
or His Whiskers," being Pop;
The elated man who has just been wed,
AND the widow in weeds and tears;
The woman who wants a charity job
AND the printer tramp who wants beers
All of these and many more
Who pass in the editors view,
May find for day a vacant chair,
But let 1t not worry you.
For to-day we meet In fraternal bond
TO enjoy little respite,
ana gather new strength for the after day,
When again we must take up the fight
According to humorous paragraph men,
The editors joys are few,
But take it that he is not wholly sad.
Or that happiness is to him new.
He sees mankind in procession pass by
l. ne nigh, and the rich and the low;
he sizes the human character up,
AND sees the great vanity show.
He sees through the shallow pretenses of
men,
He can tell when a character fine
Appears on the scene; he can always detect
The false from the genuine
The editor man has admirers true,
Who acknowledge his merit and worth; ;
ne mas ties That are tender, bonds that are
strong,
And the heartiest friends upon earth.
AND precious his very foes may be,
Although against him arrayed:
OF man sometimes is entitled to praise
For the enemies he has made,
Inere are many things in the editors life
That tighten his burdens and cares
1here rs something of pleasure, something
Of JOY,
In his modest routine of affairs.
Not the least of these is the c. "A.
And its official. annual meet,
men ms fellow of craft whom he knows
He is able in person tn sreet
for the meeting of friends, the grip of the
hand,
The life, the good will and the cheer,
are some OF the compensations of life
ana makes him glad to be here
Wouio make for every editor man
path strewn with roses leaves.
ana When as husbandman he sows
would have him harvest the sheaves
May MS days and nights be long in the
land,
May his lamp shine brilliant and bright,
May his joys increase and his trouble
cease,
May his way be out through the light.
SO this I've sung of the neyspaper man.
VINO is entitled to occupy
After his work below Is done
A tripod up in the sky