Show THE WALKING OF THE GHOST we hear the sound of pre presses ases and the scratching of the pen the rustle of al 1 the papers in the editorial den theres a buzz of busy working theres there a niver never ending grind As the thoughts keep sprouting tinz upward from this garden of the mind and it breathes a fascination the journalistic boast but the greatest thing about it is the walking of the ghost he cometh round on saturday of all good days the he best with envelopes of lucre that he huggett to his breast ile he down upon us as he plays his weekly part and not to notice all the joy thata in our oar heart I 1 oh genial ghost we love so BO well this Is our constant prayer forever may we hear your step each week upon the stair dear friends there are who oft drop in in right welcome welcom 0 are they all yet who ho is there whose wit sometimes has haa not been known to pall whose eliose idler idle word has left no alln fating feting that fankley core or who has not though off limes bright sometimes been known to bore no rancorous mind Is ours and yet in au all this goodly host we here declare that theres no mend friend itka him we call the ghost no burniaz words of wisdom ever linger on his lips no counsels co does he give us as h he passes on his hid trips 1 12 i V li rl ile he sings no bong to cheer us and he has for us ns no smile mlle his gift is greater far than this thi he adds u unto uto our pile the m merry erry jest the gladsome song long the smile they all may fall fail but may this moneyed spirit ever eve r hover on our traill |