. Book of the Royal blue . \ . r toiit tiimu o,.i. i,,> in horror undremark quite freijuent dot de country vas goingto de bow-wows. I tont make myself offensiveby talking apout de glory of de days vat are past,und gomparing dem mit crate disadwantages tode bresent. I tont in t\<- .Seliopenhauer- Maeterlinck-Suderni:iousness. I am her ;;nrn. <lesk\ as hshams in de vurlfalse friendts. Loften wears werrher pest to oxcitetrue friendts. nndvillains, nnd der,lHirit\ mile old ^, ■•\\e-|l take it id to make dehel|ini\ neigh-ras I am able,de ^lass is as
. Book of the Royal blue . \ . r toiit tiimu o,.i. i,,> in horror undremark quite freijuent dot de country vas goingto de bow-wows. I tont make myself offensiveby talking apout de glory of de days vat are past,und gomparing dem mit crate disadwantages tode bresent. I tont in t\<- .Seliopenhauer- Maeterlinck-Suderni:iousness. I am her ;;nrn. <lesk\ as hshams in de vurlfalse friendts. Loften wears werrher pest to oxcitetrue friendts. nndvillains, nnd der,lHirit\ mile old ^, ■•\\e-|l take it id to make dehel|ini\ neigh-ras I am able,de ^lass is as villains, undly on de stage,■tlies und does But dere are IS who arc honestv undi\ lord tor .Miles .Vve- nue man. Vou are too good an illustration ofyour own doctrine to be set down as a mere spin-ner of words. I hope .so, .said the , I drulyhope .so. and smiled. A full vaist-liand, he laughed, is death to bessimism. — IF. R. Kose{Vlevdanil Plain Dealer). BOOK OF THE ROYAL BLUE. 13. THE AMBIDEXTER. WAIL OF THE NEWSPAPER GRIND. I come fri>ni where 11 ,• sinker dwells. I swallow hard and sok-nin swear And hnsl MMl lllll>- t nut (juestion— To-morrow I will quit it; Eke where 1 II- liaiii mil has its lair To-morrow I am measurinjj spae And nun stion. And writing- stiiflF to fit it. Forth to my desk at break of dayI rush and {rrind all madly; I thump an old typewriter tillIt creaks and rattles sadly. I mutter deeply as I smoke to beat creation, The while the copy-chasers cussMe and all my relation, I clip, I swipe, I think .swift things,.d write them down in sorrow, Bei-ause deep in my heart I knowTheyll be forgot to-morrow. Uay after day I grind awayTo dig up something breezy; I turn a headache into people say its easy! Sometimes Tm even with the board—Which is a compensation; Sometimes I have two doUars—thenI have heart palpitation. Tm joshed by every other thinks it fimny—very; Im overlooked o
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