The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-08-07
70 WHOM II MAY CONCERN.


TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN.
we regret very much to see spirit
Of jealousy evidenced by the members
of the state press, many of whom so
keenly feel the loss to their columns,
in that they cannot write the same
kind Of poetry that we can write, and,
indeed, in some Instances. can write
none at all, that they are making very
unkind and unwarranted attacks upon
our poetic gifts.
Now the fact of the matter is that
we have long been poet, and not al
ways, thank Heaven, free verse poet,
either Had 1t not been that we have
been engaged in some very weighty
matters, among which may be men
toned chasing the elusive dollar. we
should have read these vicious at
tacks upon our position as a poet
earlier and should have replied sooner.
This position is unassailable, proof of
which is the fact that the first page
you turn to when you pick up this
paper is the page whereon our talent
finds it's free expression. You cannot
deny this. For, were it not true, how
in ham would you know that we wrote
worse?
The Tampa Tribune, we have long
since discovered, has a paragrapher
~who is so keenly alive to his own in
terests that he has no mercy upon the
finer feelings of others. and because
he cannot write as we carr write, he
Is showing himself up in a bad light.
Urged on by his desire to emulate
talent. even when 1t has reached alti-
tudes beyond the possibility of his at
tainment, we find him getting off this.
The Pensacola Journal says we feel
bad" because we can't write the kind
of poetry it does; but, mani you don't
know how good our readers feel over
II. and that's what counts!
Then, to make more certain that the
Tribune man connot write poetry, he
cautiously and painfully withdraws
this from his system:
The Pensacola Journal
Takes pleasure most internal
+ In daily printing what 1t calls
A "pome."
And with arrogance supernal
Twits us that our d!urnal
Brain-strain Jugs no poetic
Bacon" home
but perhaps If we were dope"
We, too. might think a tom-t
On Pensacola,
+ A pianola,
Whereupon Thorn, of the Palm I
Beach Post, comments as follows:
I'm not inclined to be at all fin |
fnicky-but I'm prone to say there
are worse things than bubonic rats, i
running for the legislature. or having |
an over drawn account at a bank /
where the officials are not over-strong |
rfr youl
Sound the tocsin. warder, no!
Let tn old portcullis go!
Beat the tom-tom. hit the gourd,
Play the ancient harpischord;
Pound tn old bass drum. dawg- gone!
Pedal the old melodeon:
Hit the bazoo. blow the fife,
Give the fiagolet new life;
DO all these then, Good Night Nursel |
The Tampa Tribune's writing verse.
He cannot write, and never could. |
the Tribune mans not fooling good;
he thinks because he knows a few
like rhyrning words with mountain /
dew" because he has mind that
grips the salient points of great /
steamships, and gets the glad hand. /
now and then, for making marth for
gods and men, that he can reach the |
Dizzy heights where dwell the other
Greater Lights. But such as he, alas
aiaek! when they write verse, get
off the track. (head-on collision) /
Better look out, you'll get the sack
Your verse is fierce an that's fac.
Old Father Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To get himself a drink;
But when he got there,
The cupboard was bare,
So he had to so to the sink.
-St. Augustine Record.
What puzzles us is why they pick on
this page all the time. If they don't /
like the kind Of poetry we write why
do they read it. That's fair oues-
tion.
Cooling Showers Make August Like
May"-Tampa Tribune. Sometimes
they May, and sometimes they May
not
Says an exchange: "A merchant has
q story TO tell as surely as any author"
True. And some of these stories are
accepted, too. the first time out Some
of them get the rejection slip, how
ever. and those are the stories that
are badly told.