New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1905-03-25
THE TALK OF THE DAY.

Somebody has discovered that the economic law
of supply and demand applies to poets. Poets are
made by the demand for them. old sayings to the
contrary notwithstanding. The SUPPLY has been
bit short lately but the market is weak and buy
are still holding out for concessions. Under
these somewhat depressing conditions Carl Dc
Muldor sends bouquet of song from Floral
Park entitled Timely Topics in Queens" It is
a piece of e-poetry; the prose has happily
been confined to the title. The rest looks like
poetry has feet like poetry and TO
be poetry. We quote a few of the front feet:
-, An know the charms Of foreign scenes
No mountain peaks. Alpine crags.
No channels jumping from Jags to jags."
We resist an obvious temptation and proceed to
quote
with no marvels such as those
Queens is the land of poetic-prose.
Still Bryant loved fair Roslyn.
Walt Whitman dreamed at Flushing.
Long Island Farmer POETS ever gushing!
Lack Of space compeis US to disembowel the muse.
I.envoi
For proof of enterprise at Queens look at Bel
italians blasting all day long-even after dark.
The greatest American racetrack already appears
more cheery,
cemetery"
Queens is certainly the land of 'poetic-prose'
land don't yer fergit IT." Let's hear from Suffolk.
Despite certain recent condescending remarks
about American judges. England seems to have a
Dogberry left An English gentleman when called
to show "tramway inspector his ticket
held it up and the wind blew it out of his hand. 1t
was never denied that he had purchased one for
the Journey but being unable to produce the ticket
and unwilling TO buy another, he was accordingly
summoned to the local police court. The defendant
claimed that he deprived OF his ticket by what
is described in legal phrase "the act of God"
and that this adequate defence against the
companys demand. 1t didn't work The judge
was rather shocked and raised the fine to punish
the defendant for his rank blasphemy"l
CONVERT
I'm ready fur the simple life. I'm waitin' for the
When Everything is peaceable. without a sign Of
I'm tired O. hghtin' snowstorms. I'm tired o chop
A simple life is somethin' that feel would do me
I've shivered in the mornin' when the dawn was
I've took quinne and bitters till my stomach's
An I'm waitn' most impatient for the time to
come along.
a song.
swingn' in the hammock underneath the spread
Keepin' jest little bit awake SOS not TO miss
The perfume of the clover mingled with the
rye had enough of battle with the winters ruth
I yeern for peace and quiet I can stand it by the
Rnt I'm eetfini oood an raejI- a. me stitIeI
life
-CWashington Star.
The simple life has its hold in Maine It's Iegis
iators receive the Prncely pay of $50 year. A
proposition to double it, referred to the voters at
the last State election, was defeated.
Point Not Well Taken.--Mrs. Jenner Lee Ondego
- don't see why they call 1t grand opera when
it's In English. It isn't grand opera when You
can understand what the singers are saying
Mrs Seldom Holme-Why. bless you! you can't
understand them any better when they sing in
English than when they sing in Italian.-(Chicago
Tribune.
We salute THE Albany Journal which celebrated
its seventy-ffth birthday March 2. Its first
editor Tnurlow Weed. His grandson William
Barnes, jr, and his ninth successor is the present
editor.
HER Fatal, ERROR.