The Newtown bee., 1900-04-13

the smallest degree to toady to this
 writer, who is evidently afraid to shoul-
 derthe responsibility and igaominy of
 his creation. Possibly the couplet was ! intended to illumine the text in some brilliant, scintillating, occult way. Let
 us believe so. AS the roll was not called
 tonight we are none of us present, and
 there can be no quorum, technically | speaking, so we cannot vote on this
 matter, but if it occurs again shall re-
 sume my cynicism and do my best to
 have summary steps taken you hear me warble. Last and least, we learn that
 we listened to an alleged up-to-dste
 couplet, giving one revered poet laureate
 dig in the fifth rib. Excuse the slang,
 gentlemen, It was spontaneous in a sense
 like the couplet, which is evidently an example of spontaneous combustion petrified. It isn't every man that can be
 poeticcus, laureate or othe rwise. That's all, MT Chairman"
 Ed Corning, one of the charter mem-
 bers, and very serious minded man,
 then took the floor.
 ''Mr Chairman" he began, sswhile it is
 8 fact that the Stove club is a friend to
 the free rural delivery idea, it is & ques-
 tion in my mind if we ever obtain it now. The article in the last BEE was un- doubtedly instigated, and probably, paid for, by the antis. It will, believe, ac. complish the'object sought but in wholly HifTnypnE int called arguments pass. But if our con- gressman, after reading this remarkable article does not, by simple method of inductiye reasoning, conclude that the people up this way are lamentably ignor- ant of the three R's, reading, 'riting and 'rithmetic, then am no judge of human nature. He will conclude that if we can't read very we'll, the newspaper mail will be small, if we can't read or write, cor respondence will cut no ice here, and if we neither read, write or figure much we are 80 benighted that we would never appreciate the innovation, and, besides, that we would have 30 little mail to de- liver here, exclusive of patent medicine circulars and "bill rendered" dues that the carrier would have moss growing on his back Inside of year,
 Rising, Chairman Lyon remarked. ''That poets are dreamers is almost pro- verbal. I have here few verses which wish to read, and if you don't conclude that Stepney air acts as a narcotic on poetic temperaments I shall begin to think we are all approaching condition of unconcious somnolence: The Stepney poet sat in thought, And sitting thus he slept, While the angels of slumber hevered l
 near And vigil over him kept. And as he slept he dreamed a dream- 'Twere better had he not He dreamed twas his last moment And gathered round his cot Were all the Stove club members Each weeping bitter tears-
 Tears big and round as thimbles- Large, liquid, crystal spheres. One checked the flow and drawing near Tn shaky, trembling accents spoke: Hive for our sake and for the clubs And we will oust that other bloke." 'We'll call special meeting.
 We'll make you our laureate,
 We'll never ask you for past dues Which, anyway, we'd never get"
 Don't you go with Old Man Charon )n his next trip 'cross the Styx,
 For you we want, alone, for poet, Tother one our soul afflicts.'
 Large swelled the poets head in triumph