The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1914-09-24
THE COUNTRY EDITOR.

(The following poem ON The Coun
try Editor was written by Claude IL.
Gamble editor of the News Galva, III.
and appeared in recent issue of that
paper. Editor Gamble has won more
than a local reputation as humorist.
His verses, which appear in his "Side
Swipes" column are copied literally
by the newspapers around Galva. 1t is
interesting to note that Mr. Gamble
succeeded George Fitch, the now ia
nous humorist and best essayist as
editor of the Galva News. Mr.. Fitch
won his laurels as a humorist on his
paper.)
The country editor, they say,
Has got snap most every way.
At six o'clock-or just about
He takes the office ashes out,
Then builds about three fires, or 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 awkard stool,
And finds a composition rule,
Goes to his favorite eight point case,
And sets type at a steady pace
In just "a half an hour,
a man comes In a-feelin' sour,
And with voice just like a yen
He starts to talk and swear like thun-
der.
why didn't your old measly News, ;
He says, while wiping off his shoes,
Have something in about my Phil,
Who visited at Bishop Hill?
Take my subscription off your books,
Before | go 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.
II lost brindle COW last night,
Put in an 'ad,' I'll make 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 as you are born,
I'll pay you when / sell my corn"
AS soon as this short talk is er,
Two women walked right In the door.
1--WE represent said one with glee,
The Woman's Sew society
favor we will ask of you,
We want some bills and programs, too
social we are going to plan,
And make some money 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 bazaars.
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 sociafs going to be,
Twill help our Sew society,""
And so from morn till late at night,
The editor is in plight
He writes up wedding parties, too,
And then he meets the local trains,
No matter If 1t SHOWS or rains.
He gets an lad" collects some bills,
Writes Sadie jones has got the chills,"
Or. Mrs. Smith or Mrs. Grey
Have gone to Galesburg for the day,
And, II perchance, Bill Jones has died
Bill, he was worthless, darn his hide
The editor then, with his pen
VIII 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 thing;
They're idle as an idle king
For country editors, they say,
Have got snap most every day.