Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1906-04-07
He Fell Down"

The sketch below was rescued by Miss
Diana Brode from the Business Men s
Carnival of Thursday evening of last
week
The four characters were magnificent
ly personated as faIlows:
EdHor-Ralph Human,
Sdui-kear Hosken.
Ca,rie-Miss Cora Crump
Miss PtpkbS-Miss Diana Brode
The sketch:
Sam-Hello Carrie here's the mail
fdrrie-lick up that mail, boy pick 1t up,
| tell you
.r,m,-BosS thinks he's got peach of a
new typewriter Just watch her when he
comes in
Carje-N Now II re Sam have you nothing
to do? Come-get the SCISSORS and clip these
exchanges, BE quick about it, too Then
kdito,'-Why. good morning. Miss Carrie /,
how are you this morning And where Is
that hdr'D" ScdtHHs Sam?
SaD.-What did | tell you
Editm'- looking over the ma1D-That boy
is getting too impairment for any use =,
Thinks he running this office tGiyeS Sam
something to do, but boy behaves indiffer-
emily. He doesn't like service under two
boSses) Sam, don't YOU hear that knock ?
TO and see who II Is
Sm (rcturns and presents cardl-There's
"a qucer-looking guy ont there what says she
wants to see the editor.
kdifor treadsI-"Miss Barbara Augusta
Phlomlnc Pipkins Writer Reader. Lecturer
and Phianthropist. Pin-Hole Junction"
Well if shes half as queer her name she
must he the limit Show her in
Miss HpknS-Are you the editor of the
FROsTRI re- MINING JOURNAL?
Edtor-I enjoy that honor Madam-any-
thing can do for you? (Asdrl say, Won
der what in the mischief I'm up against
now?
Mss PfpknS-O I'm so nervous | was
never in a newspaper office before iii all my
life and it tlusters me so Just to think that
at last | III talking to a real live editor You
don mind me trying to talk to you, do you,
Mr.. Editor?
Edt0r-O, not in the least Madam but if
you II kindly state your mission | Ii be much
obliged You see, We are trihc busy this
morning, and
Mss PpkHS-O, don't hurry me, please :;
| want time to expand my intellectual lungs
and breathe in this sublmated atmosphere !,
You see. write little, displays huge roll
of manuscript and I've always been so in
terested in the wrongs of poor humanity :,
What could be nobler theme when my
y
than to dedicate my talents to the ills of the
poor? editor faints. Carrie applies
smelling salts and Sam tiCkles his foot
And knowing you to be an ideal lover of the
good, | almost knew how delighted you
would be to accept my humble contribution
of sixteen articles on the Sunday abor qles-
ton and twenty-five poems on Spring
editor shows signs of relapse. but Sam taps
him on the back of the neck with column
rule) III read to y0n one of my sweet little
Vernal sonnets.
Hast ever thought o reader dear,
That spring time comes but once a YEAR
But once year? Alas alack--
Then one whole year till it comes back
A year-twelve months-till it returns
My heart-lt thrOhs My sOul-it yearns'
Springs here but O the woe the pain
year till it comes back again
O. the birds the bees the insects now
Art humminE each in its leafy bough
O, would that |. too were bird
To be an insect would be absurd
The little lambklns playing round;
The tiowerets springing from the ground
And everywhere and everything
Doth spring, for, all It's spring, It's spring .
The little streamlet murmurs, too,
For it is cold-and so would you
If you'd just think how cold you'd get
If you, like 1t, were all-all wet
Now, isn't that lovely sentiment? And
my prose articles on Sabbath labor are
equally beautiful. And now. of course, no
such sordid motive as mere worldly gain has
inspired me in writing these few brilliant
articles and dazzling poems But, realizing
how sensitive, retiring and back ward an
editor is about accepting contributions with
out first paying for them, after much
thought am willing to take the paltry sum
of five hundred dollars in return for these
touching outpourings of my soul. editor
falls Sprawllng on the 1Oor.)
Carrie-Sam, Sam, call for Gehaut &
Mayer ambulance, auckland Mr. Meal
ing to take this disorderly person in charge
Then you can walk for doctor
Mss P,-Why. he didn't look like young
thing who was delicate,