The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1904-02-04


adopting certain rates everybody went
nome and ignored them. The trouble in
job printing, as in the newspaper business.
comes from cut-throat competition. due in
many cases to ignorance. We recall one
newspaper with job department that was
run on the principle of taking business
from others at any price, Job printing was
done at loss, and advertising taken at
price that did not cover composition. Al
though the buyer of space or of Job work
may save few cents in such cases it is un-
profitable in the end TO everybody.
The question of where to go on the sum
mer excursion was practically settled last
year. The Association has taken in all the
big shows, beginning with the Centennial
at Philadelphia, and will go to st. Louis in
May, when Press Parliament of the world
will be held, and the National Editorial
Association will meet. Clarence b. Bur-
leigh of the Kennebec Journal and Ches-
ter W. Robbins OF the Old Town En-
terprse were chosen as committee to
make arrangements for the trip and were
authorized to appoint third member of the
committee.
In the afternoon the literary exercises
took place. First on the program was
Mayor Boothby's paper on "The Relation
of the Newspaper to the Progress and De-
velopment of the State.' AS Col. Boothby
was unable to be present the paper was
read by his secretary, Harrie B. Coe. 1t
was an able and interesting presentation
of what has been accomplished in Maine,
of what the future may have in store for us,
and of the important mission the newspa-
perS of the State have to perform. We give
few paragraphs:
People are too apt to say when an oppor-
tunity for little advertising seems to be
presented, "the railroads ought to do it,"
Had they, altogether? Ii certain large
hotel clears $4,000 per annum, it would
mean to the railroads the transportation of
10000 passengers to that place alone to
bring the same amount in receipts, for
which expenses of transportation must be
paid. A piano dealer at, say Lewiston,
gets profit OF $50 on a piano which repre-
sentS at mileage rates the transporting of
70 passengers between Portland and Lew
iStOp.
"A SGUCh ldl Ill olGcll SStS d p1OuG VI SlUOu
on the sale of a single horse, which means
600 people from Portland to Watervlle and
a hotel man at Bangor or Bar HarbOr may
clear $4,000 in season, requiring the
movement of $500 passengers Portland to
Bangor or $500 Portland to Bar Harbor,
and this makes no account OF the expense
of transporting them. The main thing,
however, is for all to pull together, to help
one another. We want to talk and act
Maine all the time, at home and abroad, so
that our enthusiasm may attract others, un-
til they say to themselves, ''there must be
something in it, let us go and see ourselves"
Once here we have them for all time.
Another matter of value to Maine would
be the perpetuation of its grand Old Indian
names, so that instead of giving our hotels
names like Victoria" "Brunswick,' ''Som-
erset, 'Mariborough, windsor, Swell
lington, or even after the French "Nen--
dome,' "Richelieu, let us have the grand
old names "Norumbega,' "Tarratine,"
"Cu IS hnoc, ''Sagadahoc," ''Katahdin,"
'sAiataganon,' sBascahegan," "PaSSama-
quoddy,' "Alonhegan," or ''Sebasticook.
The summer resort in Maine, while it
cannot be said it is in its infancy has by no
means reached it's full growth, and while as
Rev. Dr.. Bartol has said that God is giving
this country IA great increase in population,
aud we shall soon reach eighty million, yet
he is making no additional Seacoast, aud
the best part Of that on the Atlantic is that
which stretches .rom Cape Cod to Quoddy
Head, the best part of which is right here
on the coast of Maine. II SO much has been
accomplished in the last few years, what
may we expect in the years to come?
"Hoy Wanted" the essay by F. W. San
humorous presentation OF the many-sided
life of printers ''devil" The annual
poem was delivered by Judge Frank ii.
Coley of the Old Orchard municipal court,
and was worthy of his muse. We print it
in full that it may be read and enjoyed by
and vicinity:
THE SONG OF THE PINES.
One Christmas eve wanderer, within a
distant cline,
Footsore and weary struggled on his way :;
AS from cathedral toW'rs the solemn mid
night chime,
Proclaimed the mangered-mOnarchS natal
day.
The stranger stopped to listen to the
music's ponderous swell,
Throbbing in ecstacies of hope and pain;
The chant died into silence and oer his
spirit fell,
vision of his home in far off Maine
tie saw Ine Dlue IenODSCOt, as Sne lips her
rocky shore,
The infant SAGE creeping toward the sea
The battlements of Camden, unmoved by
Tempest'S roar,
And the wales where CarrabaSset laughs in
glee.
Again with boyhoods careless JOY, he
climbs some lofty ship,
Exploring mysteries of rope and chain;
Again he sees the breakers, as with sullen
roar and dip,
They rise again to lash the shores Of Maine
Once more to him Katahdin lifts his seamy
sides in air,
Once more the Sandy river ploughs her
wales;
The pines send forth their perfume and the
wild rose blossoms fair,
The lilacs toss their heads in summer gales.
Once more AroOstook's forests hide the
timid deer from sight,
Once more the sunbeams CLINT on hill and
plain;
And he hears the OWLS weird calling across
the bourne Of night,
From treetop in the dear old land of Maine
He sees the children gather round the table
as of yOre,
When evening let's her dusky curtains fall :;
The freight weaves its pictures on the
weather beaten floor,
And throws fantastic shadows on the wall
And DER his startled sem es steals breath
of perfume rare,
AS down the years there comes a soft
refrain;
Like the chant of herald angels through the
silent midrioht air