The Author’s Dream

Northland Age, Volume 27, Issue 41, 26 October 1927, Page 2

The Author’s Dream

The Editor bowed his grizzled head and bent his gouty knee, And begged in accents piteous, tn article, from me. “I offer thee my bank account, I bring my cash-box key, I’ll pledge my paper’s credit for an article from thee.” "Rise, rise,” I said, “thou scurvy knave, I’ll turn the matter o’er; Perchance I’ll giant the boon you crave, one article —no more. But stay awhile, an afterthought has just occurred to me, The price of this great honour, I confer, what shall it be?” Said he, “A thousand drachms of gold, a lac ot bright rupees.” "Begone I” said I, such paltry sums an insult are to me.” "I’ll give,” said he, “my leader space, or cut an advt out, And from a font of largest type I’ll set your headlines out.” “Say on,” I said, and listened close, but ne’er again he spoke, For that’s when the alarm went off, and that was when 1 woke. By P.L.F., in the Te Aroha News.