Show minors last mez Mes messages ago sags the owner of a paper lay dying in his lair and the dew of death deat h bad geth cred on his brow so calou and 1 tir but a printer knelt beside him as hii hh lifeblood life blood ebbed away and asked the d dying y in 0 editor if lie ile had a word to say cay the doomed man mail murmured softly a as s he be grabbed the printers fist well wel 1 at last the scrugg struggles co es over and I 1 never will be missed take a message mes sae 0 and a token to that city mau inan of mine that all his worn out chestnuts he had better put in brine there s his joke about the weather which he used this many years and the 1 gag ag about the fell fellow ow who is abw always ays hunting ina beers and the item hes so C fond of on the man who peddles books and the chestnut baked ba aed on people who 17 go fishing in the brooks y just to save the papers credit and to cost no slurs on mine I 1 would ask him as a favor to put such gags cas in brine and the lies hes fo fond d of telling of the street cars and tracks and the one about some dandy who will never dav pay their clothes and the one on iio women cleanie cleaning C house bouse its weary heaven knows oh I 1 know ill slumber happy in in my iny grave beneath the vine if the man who does the city work will put those jokes in brine tell tel I 1 the man who tends to business not to weep when I 1 am dead but to buy himself a club and hit the first man on the head bead who comes in with strines 0 of items and requests them printed free when the regular 0 rates are cheaper than they r really eally ought to be tell fell tile the foremen when he makes up not to turn a rule for me but to simply print an item saying that my soul ia s fr free ee for I 1 want no eulogistic 3 tauy talty of that gindin mine and I 1 think such hoary hoara chestnuts should be pickled well weil in brine ci have that gay and fresh reporter I 1 engaged 0 the other day put a stop to saying selah i a also I 1 so we ve have come to stay and if he ile should say ye local you must trample in his iff gore ore you know id neer allow it in tile the h happy appy days of yore and the man who comes to tell you how to run tile the paper well should be greeted with a pewter chestnut bell and print the paper promptly be the weather full of storms and the foreman must b ba careful when lies hes makino making up the forms that the beamut beauty y 0 of f paper through 13 all a gas agis shine and not bo be like its neighbors only fit to put pat in brine ahrews |