HE LIVETH A FRETFUL LIFE.

Patea Mail, Volume XLV, 28 April 1922, Page 2

HE LIVETH A FRETFUL LIFE.

® BUT STICKETH TO HIS LAST FORSOOTH.

the editor. He weareth purple and tine linen; his abode is among the mansions of the rich. His wife hath her limousine and his first born sporteth a racing car that can hit her up in forty flat. Lo, all the people breaketh their neck to hand him money. Nit!

“Behold the child groweth up and graduateth; and the editor putteth into his paper a swell notice; yea a peach of a notice. He telleth of the wisdom of the young woman and of her comeliness. Like unto the roses of Sharon is she and her gown is played up to boat the band. The dressmaker getteth two score and four iron men, and the editor gettoth a note of thanks from the S.G.G.

“The daughter goeth on a journey and the editor throweth himself on the story of the farewell party; it runneth a column solid and the fair one remembereth him from afar with a picture postal card that costeth six for a jitney. “Behold she returneth and the youth of the city fall down and worship. She picketh one and lo! she pieketh a lem. on. But the editor calleth him one of the promising young men and getteth away with it. “Flowery and long is the wedding notic.e which the editor printeth. The minister getteth. twelve bones; the groom standeth the editor off for a 12 months subscription. “All flesh is grass and in’ time the wife is gathered into the silo. 'The minister getteth his bit and the editor printeth a death notice, two columns of obituary, three lodge notices a cubit of poetry and a card of thanks. Ane he forgetteth to read' proof on the head and the darned thing cometh out, “Gone to Her Last Roasting Place.”

And all that are akin to the deceased jumpeth .on the editor with exceed, ing great jumps. And they pull out their ads. and cancel their subscriptions and they swing the hammer into the third and fourth generations. ‘Canst thou beat it?’—• Saith the Country Editor.