NEWSPAPER VERSE.

Marlborough Express, Volume XLIII, Issue 268, 13 November 1909, Page 6

NEWSPAPER VERSE.

LIFE'S MIRACLE.

JFhe-trees are waking up, I see, lAnd.pttfting. on Alien; finery; . £*o grpup of girls could gayer be— "Arrayed in green and pink and white, And "knowing that they are all right !As they came forth at mornnig light. 'And so I think the trees must know That now they make a splendid show, — . IThey hold themselves as if 'twere so. 1A balmy sweetness fills, the air, 'As trees and flowers everywhere Give forth their fragrance, rich and rare. . Bo every year as spring comes round This miracle of life is found, IA song in colors^no^sound.^^ Springfield Republican.

WANTED TO KNOW.

iWha'u is the germ of a German band? What causes the rook to caw? Can a meadow-lark about- on the land? • Who knows what the cross-cut saw." Does a window ever feel a pane? >' At the sight of a hard mill-race? While the fish bails out with might a,nd main. And the boot-tongue wags apace? IWho does the, tree-bough, down, to , pray ? ~...''■. Is drilling an awful \bore?, CJan you mend with glue the break of day? - . •• Doe?s a railway sleeper snore?, Is cloth sold cheap at a cutter's sail? Can you drive a starboard tack? !Are bucket-shop keepers always pale? Can you call a pet boot-jack?

WAIT.

("In six months, probably, the whole story will become known." — Commander Peary.) .* {When other lips front other parts Their tales of travel tell, ia language whose excess upstarts ■ Like naphtha from a well; .• !There may, perhaps, be such a scene Such coruscations be, JThat, knowing no one elso has been, You may remember xa: When coldly ©very Swede shall slight The boaster now they prize, •And deem him but a carpet knight To bait and criticise.. IWlien I expound the mighty task In nineteen-ten, maybe, ■And you've forgot the Pole ,1 ask That you'll remember me. > : •■ . —A.W. Daily Chronicle.

BALLADE OF PETS

Some have a Persian cat, Courtly of ruff and mew, Others a spaniel fat ■.:>.> Or a parrot of yivid hue; • Ours is a pet more true, ' Faithful, tried to the core, Adhesive as gum or glue, . Fido, the Wolf at the Door. , Inhere on the outer mat Watehfui the lojng days through, Lure him with this or that ' Still he commands the view. For exercisfij this his due, To.follow to shop or store, With a warning, growl t>r two-— Fido, the Wolf at the Door. HPrue to our,habitat, (Watch hint the van pursue) He follows to house or flat To take up his post anew. ■ Other pets age, and few .. » fcive to achieve three score; " Long 'erei we'Uiweep or rue— Fido, the Wolf at the Door. L'Bnvoi. CallersJ tluVword for you, Step lightly, your hosts implore, ijest you trample on old- True-Blue— Fido,' the Wolf at the, Door. —Theodosia Garrison. Ainslee's Magazine.

THE NEWSPAPER MAN

My son, I don't know if your budding conceptioa Hath depth in the scope of its in- . f antile plan > To yield comprehension of that one exception To workaday mortals—the newspaper man. But if you will yield to a little description; From one A of their number, I'll .do what I can To blend, in the way of a little prescription, Tho mixture that's known as the newspaper man- f . Take a brain that is steeped in solution of knowledge, Most varied and picturesque under the,.sun,- ~ ; And add just a pinch of the salt of the college, A sprinkling of wit and a soupcon of fun. 3Por a relish, Bohemian sauce is the caper, JAnd a mind, that can reach from Beersheba to Dan, In fancy or fact when it comes to ' "the paper,"- i ' And touches the soul of the newspaper man. . To a memory that clutches the veriest trifle, f And a hand that is tireless when work's to be done; 'Add an eye that is quick as a flash of a rifle And keen sis the eagle's that flies to tne sun; Take strength and endurance, and loyal devotion, And add all the grit and the } courage you can .• To a heart that's as big and as deep as the ocean— A hundred to one in the newspaper man.

Wo a brew of ideas, that, seething and boiling, Run out into moulds that are models for men, Add a ceaseless encounter with planning and toiling For the world of to-day that is ruled by the pen Take the. honey of friendship, the dew of affection, And the esprit-de-corps that gets down to." "hardpan,'.And paste .in your haf the whole darned collection As the usual stock of the newspaper man. - . —John Gormley. Baily<Eagle.