The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-08-14
A REnaARKABIE PoHa1.
Also. a Tribute to Its Author by One
 Who Knows.
Hartford Tiules.l

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 A poet, like a prophet, IS apt to be without honor in his own country. meaning really his own circle. But ] there are exceptions, and one has been recorded in the case of Bartholomew F. Griffin. He contri buted recently a. striking poem to the Boston News Bureau Now comes d very interest l ing statement about him from the edi- l tor of that paper, both of which are reproduced below. First the poem; Suppose 'twere done!
 The lanyard pulled on every sfotted gun; 5l.sss Into the wheeling death-clutch sent Each millioned arTnaIl ent. To grappIe there On. land, on sea and under. and in airt Suppose at last 'twere come Now, while each Dourse and shop and mill is dumb, l And arsenaas and dockyards hun Now all complete, supreme.
 That vast, Satanic dream i----
 Each Held 1ver'es IF am led, soaked
 Each stream dyed z lloked. port
 Made famine's sport; | The empty wave
 Made reeling dreadnought's grave; Cathedral, castle. gallery. smoking fell
 1 Meath bomb and shelIs l In deathlike trance Lay industry, fnances Two thousand years
 Beqrest, achievement, saving, disap- l pears
 | In blood and tears, Tn widowed woe
 IThat slurn and palace equal know, | Tn cfvi IiZafiorsS ex1Ifcide-- ] What served thereby. what satisfied :? For justice, freedom, right, what
 wrought?
 Naught!--
 Save, after the great catac1ysm, per- l hap
 On the worlds shaken map New lines. more near or far. Binding to king or czaT
 In fostering hate
 Some newly cassaled state;
 And passion, lust and pride. made ] satiate;
 And just a trace ] Of lingering smile on saAan's face!
 It was printed in the News Bureau
 Monday. August 3. Now for the
 statement of that paper in it's issue
 today:
 Such complimentary notes have been received by the Boston News l Bureau concerning the poem first published in it's magazine page last i Monday, entitled HIf'' and signed Boston News Bureau Post, that it
 seems becoming now to say that the | Boston News Bureau Post is and has
 always been Bartholomew F. Griffin 1 to whom for fifteen years the req ders ! of the Boston News Bureau have been I indebted for large part of the mas 1 terly condensation and accuracy oi k l which are the foundation of the pa l per.
 MT. Griffin put himself through Harvard. dropped into the Bostor News Bureau after graduation, anG has refused ever since to 4budze from
 the news desk, although the governor 1 has wanted him for public office an6
 his employers have tried to push hin l into the Street. He can write the mos l beautiful four pages of English to re-
 sist and to explain that his work al the ends of the. wires and cables re- | ceiving with one hand the news ol
 he world and passing out with the other hand the vised and proof cor. si fected bulletins, is quite as import
 ant as meeting face to face the mer of financial affairs. For recreation he writes poetry
 makes up the magazine page, the ma L5 jor part of the best editorials. ana
 devotes himself to his home This i, f one of the few articles that he is no l invited to pass upon or correct Il With this are printed letters iron I Robert Underwood Johnson wht sends for additional copies says h. . wishes he had written it, and adds Il You would do a public service i 7 you would send it to the whole Amer < ican press. It has the war question , in a nutshell ls It is expected that there will b. quite a scarcity of imported goods i the war lasts long, so it is we'll to lool
 a little ahead and pick up some O