THE WOES OF AN EDITOR.

Bay of Plenty Times, Volume VIII, Issue 690, 11 February 1879, Page 3

THE WOES OF AN EDITOR.

There's a word that expresses the editor's woes, That embitters his life, that disturbs his repose — That tells of the sorrows, tho trouble, the strife Of those born to the bondage of newspaper life. In the noon of the night, when tho world is in gloom, The editor toils in dimly -lit room ; His eyes a-weavy, his thoughts never still, And he sticks to his pad and his quavering quill. If he pause for a moment, a dirty young imp, With his ink -besmeared features with linen all limp, Glares in through the doorway, and, grinning with glee, Snuffles out a demand for *' move leader copce." The scissors, the gum brush, the pencil of blue, Lie idle awhile and have nothing to do ; There are "locals" and "flimsy " enough for the guage ; But it's " loader" that's wanted to fill up tho page. So through the long night doth tho editor sit, And keep pace with tho "ooinps," who demand bit by bit ; Till at length, all exultant, as daylight is He concludes with a flourish, and dots his last "i." But oft in his dreams, whoh. ho reaches his bed, Thick clouds of close folio float round his head ; The imp's urging queyy resounds though his brain, And in fancy he goes through his " loaders "' again. Say, who'd be n.u editor, drowsy and glum, To nocturnally toil for the life-giving cvumb ; To daily indulge in vain longings to lleo From the j»r»v»i> of the demon — the demon "Copco!"