The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1911-05-02
The TAILOR TRAPPED.


sitting IN his library writing u
poem beginning
Somewhere the sun Is shining with a glad
sclntlllant shine.
And the clouds that now beset US are a
| fake
II Is dark now all around me, but never
| shall repine.
For J know its golden glory will sur
round me when ! wake.
II was an original thought. and the
Philosopher was 81 d that it had come
to him. II Is always JOY 60 be able
| to announce new ana glad discovery
to the world, and he was throwing his
whole heart and soul into the work
"What comfort tlIis will bring TO the
multinudes Of distressed aud bnrassed
people all over the wOrld!" he mused
as he dived down into his subconscious
mind for the material for the next
stanZa.
There was n knock at the door.
"Come in," said the Philosopher
cheerily.
A thin, cadaverous man with an anH-
ious look on his face aud n hesitating
manner entered the room.
1t was Snip, the tailor.
"Ah. Snip" said the Philosopher. ~
am glad to see you. You don't often
call upon me. my friend"
"Only by mail, sir" returned the tai
/ lor Significantly. And gettin no re
turns l thought I'd come in person, sir.
l am sure ! don't want TO make any
trouble for anybody"
Good old Snip" said the Phioso.
pher, patting his visitor upon the shoul-
1 der you make trouble for anybody?
We'll, guess not. But II you did, Snip.
III wager It would be a good iit"
"Thunky. sir said Snip. I'm glad
you feel about It rs you do. il makes
It easier for me to say that ] wouldn't
have come out on a stormy day like
this, with the rain comm down in
sheets
"Ah, Snip. what do we care for the
storm? The SUM started the philos-
ophef
"Yes. I know" said Snip. "The sun
IS shinin somewhere 1t always Is,
but Just at present what I really need
IS not so much sunshine as ready cash.
know you will tell me that there's
cash somewhere and it ought to make
us happy 10 think of it even if we
haven't any ourselves. but all the
same I've got bills Of my own TO par.
lt don't seem TO comfort me very much
70 think that there's receipted bills
somewhere. seein' as a lot Of mine
amt. I've been tryin' your philosophy
quite Bit lately, and Il don't always
seem TO work When my wife asked
me for some new clothes the other day
she got awful mad. sir. when [ told
her to comfort herself with the
thought that there was pile Of duds
somewhere, even II she didn't have
any herself And then the Kids set up
terrible hollcr when there wusnt any
buclswheat cakes for brcaliitst Sun
day. and an the stories ! could think
Of to tell EN- abbut where buckwheat
! cakes grew on trccs instead Of com
fortm' their lttle souls only made 'em
feel worse The trouble seems to be
that we sunshine people don'i seem to
stand together The way we ought to.
For instance, there's Juggins the
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but the way he works Il around don't
, benefit me any. went TO him for n
roast on Saturday, and. seem as
| owed him for four or five weeks sup
plies. he wouldn't give me any. and
when | told him his uuEmduess meant
my gon' hungry he told me not TO
: worry: that there was plenty of roasts
, somewhere for me to feed my spirit on.
"And so II has goue all along the
line. and I've just dropped in TO say
that IL you'll give me the $iT you've
a owed me slnce year ago last Feb
/ ruary IN lot you have all that sun
Y shine that's standin' in my name some.
. where"
D Trio Philosopher scratched his head
e thoughtfuIly
81 see" he said. "And II don't?"
"Well," said Snip YEARLY, "if You
don't | regret 20 have to inform you
that there's lawsuit shlnln some
where In the near future in which
you'il have 10 appear as defendant
The Philosophers face frightened.
"Do you mean 1t, Snip| he cried
joyously.
81 do, doctor" gaid Snip firmly.
splendid" cried the Philosopher
executing a delighted fandango about
n the room. "My new volume of sun
!, shine Poems VIII appear on the mar.
ket next month" he chortled, and
> by thunder, Snip, my dear dear old
y friend, this lawsuit of yours win come
= along Just In time to get me and II q
lot of free advertising! Can't you i'm
aglne It. OLD chap? Big headlines II
all the papers Or. Flickers. the Sun
e shine Poet, Sued For His Tallor's
Billr Eminent Philosopher Can't Pay
IS Forty-seven Dolarsr Interesting Pro
II ceediugs In Court Yesterday Snip
e. you hnve made my fortune"
whats the use?" muttered Snip a'
he made his way hack TO the shoI
with his bin stil In his pocket, "U'
le comrlon or garden business men ain
nothln but pillcrs compared 20 thes'
x felers in the FREQ cimugc of clouds