YE EDITOR.

Marlborough Express, Volume XLII, Issue 103, 2 May 1908, Page 6

YE EDITOR.

ThS editor sat in his sanctum, , IHftth) woe in his long, tatnglea: Jaalr; Hia brow was a riot or wrinkles, t His face wore the pall of despair! His heart,,like a. mountainous burden, Lay sluggishly still: in, his breast; Hia breath came in labored bemoaht ings , Tnat told of a sorrow suppressed! The foreman reported a break-down, the devil got caught in the press j The gasoline engine exploded, The ad-type fell into the messt TM paper got into the rollers, The cogs jumped the track of the Tto folder' it riddled the issue, The tape ran across the new neadf ' The creditors called with the sheriff, The prize fighter got in the game I The woman wno knew she was slan- , dered, < The landlord and mother-'n-law came!

The editor sat in his sanctum, With woe in his long, tangled hair ; His brow it was whiter than marble, His face was the face of despair I Ha raised not his ayes from before him, i ■ He moved not a muscle, nor spoke; Her. feared not, he winced not, he squirmed not ? He turned not his face nor awoke! Full roughly they swooped down upon him, ' t And pointed their guns at his head j But God in his wisdom protected— For Editor Squiblets was dead I —Western Publisher.