Salt Lake Telegram | 1906-07-27 | Page 4 | Police Mr. Swinburne

POLITE MB. SWZNBTJBNXl. Some years ago Joaquin Miller, the poet of the Sterraa, and , the aweet swin of Packingtown, went to England together to-gether and made a pilgrimage to the home of Swinburne. Arrived at the Jealously Jeal-ously guarded retreat of the great met-rlst, met-rlst, they confessed themselves to the poet's faithful Cerberua. Watta Dunton. The latter withdrew to break the glad news to Swinburne and the vtaltora began to think anxiously of the nice things they wanted to aay. Joaquin took a firm grip of his flowing whiskers, while fingered fin-gered nervously a neat roll of MSS. In an Inside pocket. Soon a door was opened on an upper floor and the rich voice of the author of "La us Veneris" floated down the stairway: "Tell Miller to come up. Tell the other man to go to hell." The Papyrua.