The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1910-08-11
Farewell, Jock!

England nceuS uc" poe0 '""iS-
ate. Any prison in the United
States can furnish home made Tyr
icaI songsters who can put Mr..
Alfred Austin In the subcellar as a
poet and skin him to pieces. Sol
itary confinement leads to lDedita-
tions, parodies and plagiarisms-
but also once in a while to some
thing extraordinary in writing.
music and poetry.
"Herr Editor" said the we'll
known German philosopher some
time ago, II bin reading in my
Cherman paper dat ven Teller
gifts full of germs he is not Ger
man. nussur. A Teller may hat
hundred million germs in his sys-
tenn yet, but dat does not make
him a German yet, nussuree! Und
uf a Teller has some bugs yet In
his noodle dat does not make him
a buggy, neider. I dell you de
chokes in de Cherman paper are
fine, yet, yah, but il Teller is full
of poetry dat makes him a poet
you bet. But dat ISIS all wrong.
1 dell you vat makes a poet, Herr
Editor, it 1873 tobac. All poets are
great smokers. Ut dey shmoke
some kind of tobac, dey get veels in
deir noodletanks und den dey are
crazy poets, but uf dey shmoke de
tobac vat I make, dey hat fine time
und dey see t'ings yet-rings und
rosies und posies, bells on der oes-
les und all kinds of beautiful fairies
floating around. Dat iss it.
Schiller-ach-vat a fine poet-he
was a shmoker but Schiller pass
ed away yet midout haing a chance
to sbmoke my fine tobac vat l
make. Und Kipling, he shmokes
all de time. He fl ls ashleep
smoking yet-und see vat fine
poet he ISIS yet. holdings better
as ne. ISIS. U nd anodder ding:
Shmoke drives away de germs.
Dose fellers-de germs cant live
yet we're shmoke ISIS it. Dey don't
like de shmell. Now, We had 9
poet here who is gone yet. He
never could git enough pipes und
he never could git enough of my
tobac. See vat happened to him.
He would shmoke my tobac, dream
t'ings uud write 'em down yet und
den vat do you dink he did, yet?
He sold de poetry und got out all
at vonce-quvick like lightning.
Vow, Napoleon never shmoked,
never sang song, never drank
more as tw o glasses of vine at a
meal, never laughed much und
never vas poet. We Chermans
licked him goot at Waterloo und
ne died a prisoner at St. Helena
Uf he had shmoked some good to-
bac he would hat stayed at Eliza
und by-und- by maybe he would hat
come to de United States-und den
dere is no telling vat might hap
pen yet. He might hat bought de
whole blooming business-und den
[ never would hat been here yet
und neider would Uncle Chohn
und odder prominent citizens vat
I could mention. Und it all came
from not smoking dat ;ss it.
Ven Teller shmokeS he does not
know vat is going to happen to
him yet-he may become leader
of sussiety or poet vat sees things
vat no one else can imagine yet,
yah! But dat ISIS de way dings go.
We moos' git rid Of de germs even
uf We hat to git some more poets
to shmoke my tobac-dat ISIS it yet,
yah! | am writing some poetry
meinself. De first few lines l dell
you: 'Efferybody gets out blu t
me und l moos SHAY yet-for Wy
[ do not know; I guess it ISIS be-
cause Pm farmer ind Cherman
und too darned SHOW Dat ISIS all
yet. I vas going to show dose
lines to d. NJ, but vst's no use?
I MODS shmoke few more hogs
cAt,o ,,,,.1 1oc yooyho