The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1914-09-24
THE COUNTRY EDITOR.


Country Editor" was written 3!
4 Claude III. Gamble, editor. of thu
News, Galva, ILL.,, and appeared il
recent issue of that paper. Edi
tor Gamble has won more than {
local reputation as a "humorist
His verses, which appear in his
Side Swipes column, are copied
literally by the newspapers around
Galya. 1t is interesting to note tina,
Mr.. Gamble succeeded George Fitch
the now famous humorist and best
essayist, as editor of the Galva
News. Mr.. Fitch won his laurels as
a humorist on this paper)
The country editor, they saw,
Has got snap most every way,
At six o'clock or just about
He takes the office ashes out,
Then builds about three fires, OF
more,
And tries to clean the office floor.
He thinks of several items then,
And writes them with his rusty pen
He grabs the big old awkward stool,
And finds a composition rule,
Goes to his favorite eight point case,
And sets type at steady pace.
In just half an hour,
A man comes in a-feelin' sour.
And with voice just like a yell !.
He starts to talk and swear like
thunder.
why didn't your old measiy
News"
He says, while pulling off his shoes,
Have something in about my Phil,
Who visited at Bishop Hill?
Take my subscription off your
books.
Before | 60 and spoil your looks"
And then, the sour. faced talking
guy
Departs, and doesn't say "Good-by."
The editor, then left alone,
He hears the office telephone,
L lost a bride COW last night,
Put in an adj I'll moke it right.
| don't believe in paper ads,
They're merely foolish little fads,
But put the 'ad' in anyway,
And wait six months to get your
pay.
My money-nearly every cent
Is in the bank at four per cent;
But just as sure IS you are born.
Ill pay you when l sell my corn. {.
AS soon as this short talk is DER,
Two women walked right in the
door.
We represent, said one with glee,
The Woman's Sew society.
A favor we will ask of you.
We want sumo bills, and programs,
A social we are going to plan,
And make some moaey if we can.
We want this printing done today,
Of course for this you don't want
pay;
For printers on the earth or Mars.
Won't charge for helping our ba-
Zaars.
Now, while you re in this frame of
mind
We know that you will be so kind
AS just to mention once or twice,
In next weeks paper without
price
Just when this social's going to be,
Twill help our Sew society,"
And so from morn till late at night,
The editor is in a plight.
He writes up wedding parties, 100,
Sets up an "ad,' a jobor two,>
And then he meets the local trains,
No matter if it SHOWS or rains.
He gets an ''ad," collects some bills,
Writes Sadie Jones has got the
chills,"
Or, Mrs Smith or Mrs. Grey
Have gone to Galesburg for the day."
And if. perchance, Bill Jones has
died >t,,.
Bill, he is worthless, darn his hide
The editor then, with his pen,
Will write, He was the best of
men,
And be as nice as he can be
To try to please the family.
He gets some items full of mirth,
He makes a record of each birth,
Writes up the parties and the teas,
The wedding anniversaries,
The social gossip and the dope
About the politicians hope.
Yes, editors don't do a thing;
They're idle as an idle king,
For country editors, they say,
Have got snap most every day.
CRIrICISES MR.. ROOSETELT.