Show Tailings i My My- My MOSES brought water out of a rock and Hermann brought brough wine out of an empty bottle But that is no reason why a distracted editor should be able to bring coherent thoughts out of a mind full of wheels and spheres all revolving and rotating at a Missouri cyclone rate Books and papers are strewn over the table the chair and the floor The room is all littered and upset The fire has burned down to a heap of black ashes on the grate A tantalizing gustof gust gustof of wind has slammed the doors shaken the windows and extinguished my lamp That infernal pup has run off with my coat The old clock calendar has just recorded the advent of a new day And now with only half my work for the morrow prepared with a weary frame and a buzzing head the thought of my duty to the columns of Tailings flashes into menacing life As if suddenly electrified I spring to to my feet and thrusting my fingers into the murkey box of a cigar tray draw forth a hand full of matches and try to strike a light and try and try and try again but all in vain No wonder 1 That mischievous little cousin has cut cutoff cutoff cutoff off all the sulphured ends The ghoulish warbling of the tomcats tomcats tom torn cats on our next door neighbors neighbor's roof steals in through the open window and with hair on end and bulging burning eyeballs with phantom tailing snaps and placer dum dumps ps chasing each other like little demons through my splitting head and spiders and snakes crawling up and down my back I frantically grope for the door Here and there a afew afew afew few pale beams from the moon moon have strayed and got lost in the gloom of the old-fashioned old library and they seem to dance and laugh with glee as I send a chair tumbling with my unlucky shin The The shades shades of the under world world world- 1 down th the chandelier comes with an earsplitting earsplitting earsplitting ear- ear splitting crash The piano responded with harmonic chords while the busts on the mantle and cases book-cases joined with the pictures on the wall in the execution of a tick bust war dance Screams shrill and blood curdling intermingle intermingle intermingle inter inter- mingle with more masculine exclamations exclamations exclamations round through the halls and wake the echoes of the night A cold clammy sweat sweeps over me meas meas meas as I peer out through the open window into the like ghost-like moon-lit moon trees and see old Father Time coming swiftly towards me with a scythe in one hand and a placer dump in the other Drawing Drawing Draw Draw- Drawing ing nearer and n nearer nearer with his steady gaze he transfixes me to the spot Oh what what what Wake Wake up my boy wake up says a soft voice near by j wake r up you have had the night with Young blood lood in his |