IN THE DISORDERED ACTION

Southland Times, Issue 13504, 22 July 1896, Page 3

IN THE DISORDERED ACTION

Of the stomach Wolfe’s-Schnfipprlpoedfiy institutes a radical reform, sour and acid eructations quickly disappear.

Amateur ‘Minimus Poet’ (who has called at the office twice a week for three months): Could you use a little poem of mine? Editor (ruthlessly determined that this shall be his final visit) : Oh, I think so. There are two or three broken panes of glass, and a hole in the skylight. How large is it ? She glided into the office and quietly approached the editor’s disk. I have written a poem, she began. Well, exclaimed the editor, with a look and tone intended to annihilate ; but she calmly resumed : I have written a poem ou ‘My Father’s Barn, and —’ Oh, interrupted the editor, rvith an extraordinary suavity, you don’t know how I am relieved. A poem written on your father’s barn, eh ? I was afraid it was written on paper, and that you wanted me to publish it. If I should ever happen to drive past your father’s barn I’ll stop and read the poem. Say, Wilkins, that five-dollar bill you loaned me last night was a counterfeit. Well! you gaid’you wanted it bad,