Show THE PRINTERS DREAM tills this poem is ie from the pen of louis C crem editor ot of the lapeer mich Ml cli clarion and ana secretary of the eastern michigan pr press ess club last evening I 1 was talking with a printer seed aged awl ani gray who told me ot of a dream he had just lateur christmas day while astl oozing in his office the vision came to view itle ahe saw six an angel enter dressed in garments white and now said the spirit im from heaven the lord nas has sent me down to bring you up to glory put on your golden crown I 1 many merchants youve made richer fram few received full pay while ile youve grown poorer and poorer your business did decay so we vie need you up in glory elory for you have lave labored hard until your brow Is hoary youve earned a great reward then the angel and the printer i started toward tho the golden gate but when passing clese to hades the angel murmured murr aured wait heres a nook I 1 wish to show you its the iti hottest ottest place in hell bell where the dubs who beat the printer in awful torment dwell the printer saw before him old patrons by the score and easy chair and fan fam he grabbed and asked tor for nothing more he sat and sat and watched them saya them sizzle scorch and burn and his As former debtors sava him whichever may hed sa said athe the angel come up higher and the pearly gates well see but the printer only answered this is heaven enough for me the me above I 1 is a very suggestive bit or of true poetical om position the rhyme is good and the meeter perfect fact there are those villo bho will say after reading it no dream |