THE SPRING POET’S LUCK.

Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 24, Issue 19, 11 March 1913, Page 2

THE SPRING POET’S LUCK.

George Jorkins was a poet in a humble sort of way ; his parish magazine found space for versclets signed “G. J.” He’d ne’er burst forth in joyous song on "Sunset” or "The Sea.” "‘Such things as those are done to death, I’ll let ’em rest,” said he. And so he’d write in homely stylo of sweet domestic scenes, of "Father washing down the yard” or "Mother picking bean 1 ,” which local curates would pronounce exceptionally good, encouraging the village bard, as earnest curates should.

'"Why is it,” Jorkins mused one clay, "that poets always sing of b aiding trees and verdant growth when writing of the spring ? Why should not paint and vaini-h form the theme of deathless verse ? Sh ill I extol the whitewash brush ? By gum, I might do worse ! I’ll do it ! Yes, I’ll witch the world, for while the painter's here I'll get a really firstclass chance to catch the atmosihere !” He fished out paper, P en > and in’-, and roughed his lengthy hair, then fixed his ten-stone nine within the nearest wicker chair, looked up for inspiration with a poet’s dreamy eyes, caught fragrant whiffs of stain and turps, of Brunswick black and size, and —that’s as far as Jorkins got ; 'twas really beastly luck. The chair had just been varnished, and s Q of course, he stuck !