The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1913-04-17

Psrched Upon the Desk Top Fiat
Once upon b midnight dreary. while
he pondered weak and weary (for the
dinner Of lieutenants had peen held
the night before), while he nodded
Marty mapping, suddenly there came
a tapping, rs Of some one gently rap
ping, tapping at the station door.
"'Tis some CRATER or graft hunter
rapping at our station door. only this
and nothing MORE" remarked Police
Lieut.. Richard Gray, of the West
Seventeenth street station, as the
mysterious sounds continued to dis
turb his thoughts as he bent over the
blotter last night.
All, distinctly he remembered how
each straight and honest member OF
the Benevolent association wined and
dined the night before. And the
speeches and the cheering and the
clatter Of the dishes thrilled him
uIlcu uliH Will CouNiCtiOu tudt ct udh-
quets held OF yore better eats had
ne'er been furnished by the Waldorf
Astorior. BEST Of all the feeds I've
been to, and I've now attended four.
But you gotta stop that tapping, or
I'll nab you at the door: DO you get
me? am sore.'
Perched Upon the Biotter
Then he turned to read the blotter
when, to prove that 1t whs not a
CRATER, or graft hunter or grand jur-
or or like that, up there popped a
thing uncomely, hideous, in fact and
hofnely, Pasiurus Pruinosus (which
is Latin for a bait. Not the least
obeisance made he not minute stop
ped or stayed he, but like Sulzer, un-
afraidly, perched upon the desk top
fiat, perched there where the copper
at his blotter calmly sat-a Lasiurus
Pruinosus (Which Is Latin for a bat).
Much Gray marvelied, pondered,
wondered how the visitor had blum
dered from the street lights to the
station where night life is such
bore; but the bat just stuck there
blinking, never knowing, never think
ing, how much eating, how much
drinking had been done the night be-
fore at the banquet Of lieutenants at
the Waldorf Astorior. Much the best
of all the four"
Slowly on his swivel turning, all
his soul within him burning, soon
Lieut.. Gray was reaching for his
night stick long and tat. Surely"
said he, surely that's the thing to
do the trick with; watch me swat
him, watch me land him with a wea-
pom such as that. l will fog him, l
will beat nim, till he won't know
what the Latin appellative is for
Bat"
But the nightstick missed the bulls
eye. which is figurative for bats eye;
and the oath that Gray then uttered
was no Latin word for Bat. For in a
manner that said, "Oh, shush,' this
Lasiurus Pruinosus fluttered to tho
station ceiling, where he couldn't be
got at by one cop armed with one
nightstick that was big and round
and fat.
"But I'm gonna get that bat"
High against the ceiling, aiming,
every muscle now full straining, miss
ing, grazing, muffling as no cop had
muffed before, hard he fought tina
bat evading everyblow the hall per.
vading with noise that seemed like
raiding, raiding of gamblers den.
Till Policeman Daniels entered, Lieut.. !
Shields, and one more. This ones
name was O'Connore.
And so. with night sticks loudly
ringing, at length the animal down
bringing, soon they had his life1ess
form laid out upon the station floor.
And the poem is not ended till they
had both wings extended, and With |
measurements intended for future de-
partmental lore, they had measured
would you think it?--seven inches,
less or more. (Some say less AMI 9th. |
orc mora MAUI YorL poat