Judge — April 11, 1885 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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6 THE JUDGE. NTER. “But th — fresh, and— we “Young man,” verses are so original and | * said the editor, ina voice A MAN sat warming bis wonderful frame | of withering contempt, ‘* you must take me "Yn front of the sitting-room stove, Jecidedly fresh, if you imagine I believe ic head bung down, and his bare knee bones | #nything original can be written upon dha! » | subject.” “Ha, ha!” laughed the poct, pleasantly, eive, sir, that you are a wit.” 0, not one whit,” responded he of the shears and paste pot. ‘Tam only the funny | editor of the paper, that’s all.” “ Well, that certainly is witless enough,” said the poet with a smile. “Ah, | exclaimed the editor, with a grimsmile himself, “I observe that you can give as well as take; that you know some- thing about the Roland-for-an-Qliver busi- and he unbent somewhat and laughed quite pleasantly. Ilis nature was austere, but he could appreciate a good thing in another ina month without an “r”, “« Don’t you know, young man,” he con- | tinued, in more amiable tones, ‘that a poem upon the subject of Spring to be origi- nal must contain not the most distant allusion | | to sweet violets, star-eyed daisies, purling streams, ethereal mildness, fragrant airs, | emerald verdure, warbling birds, love, balmy nights, mossy banks, opening buds, tender flowers, whispering winds, rustling leave AMmost touched the chin of the * || And the name of the man was Je AN BASTER SAINT. * But it doesn’t treat of that subject at all,” said the poet.‘ These are a few ve written on the subject of Arthur Spring’s ecution. Ie was one of the most notorious crimimals ever hung, you may remember. Murdered two women for their money, and rested his feet on t at gracefully circled ‘ro lids dre uid count, there under his evening gowned, joints of his vertebne ining stecl in a sleepy way— . tried, while in court, to fasten the crime upon | Now Jones, it seems, was a Michigan | perfume-laden zephyrs, waving woods—in ee eee tS that further on. lle Aman who | short anything that has the slightest bearing || ited several men, and tried to kill a number |) And his fect were long and deep and wide, upon the subject. . of others,” | | And there by the stove, in a languid way “ My verses, sir, I assure you,” said the Oh!” (remarked the'editor, in'a'tone of They nestled side by side. poet, “contain not the most remote allusion voice a:person might.use who bad alarking | | to anything you have mentioned.” pers 6 ig Fair Jones had hold of a reverie. * suspicion that he had been badly sold. What!”” exclaimed the editor, in un- So down by the stove below | feizned astc sataed 6 a ay »” laughed the poet, ‘‘and so you His pedals were loite rely feigned astonishment, and yet itis. poom | s04 after Spring had been sprung on the—" | | y ‘ upon Spring? The novelty of the thing | C'pnore! T enesa that will do,” cried the | And the heavy end of the t affects me with amazement. Read it, sir— ake Was moving with gravity ” editor in disgusted tones, ‘and now as I bad 6 he, read it. : . ile have the satisfaction of knowing that justice ated, and that spring was sprung, ou just spring down stairs before | He spoke like a person who had received the greatest surprise of his life; and wheel- ing his chair about and planting his feet comfortably on top of his desk, he again requested his visitor, with an air of great | apparent interest, to proceed with his re- markable production. : editor who can appreciate your humor. || The pret took up his MS., untied the Now most of them would have kicked me dainty oa nit of ribbon around it, and down stairs at the first mention of the word | nega a8 Colors spring. Yes; I fared much betterthan Tex- || “THE FIEND, SPRING.” | pected to.” T. uM. Fe “Hal” interjected the editor, queer | thing to call it; original title, certainly; but aa aaa = go on.” Silence again restored, the young man That toc encountered the blistering stove, proceeded to read as follows— Those fect went up with a cheer, But how plea mured the poor poct t sadly down. the stair all,” mur- he went ross an me | * What shall we call thee, guilty thing? i And overhead where the deacon fell Thou man of crimes, besotted Spring | Were fiercely fanning the atmosphere,— All human trace ts lost in thee; | And all that be said was, * 11.” | aragon of iniquity! | Thou heartless shedder of man’s gore, The Spring Fiend. | Woman's betrayer, and much more, | : Of flagrant crimes thou wast the doer, | | “ PERUAP he remarked timidly, he Butisiers Tey s: vengeance tilts graay | laid his MS. down upon the tabl you Thy gullty weck'at last doth clasp, might like to look at these verses.” | And high ex Haman to thesalr “The adverb, young man, is most aptly Doth leave thy carcass ewingtog there. {| introduced,” observed the editor in an ap- Theaven| bet: tells thy. tale, | roving tone of voi “Perhaps 1 might. Anil justies did at last prevail | | But then again, which is far more likely; On'thee, Mou: brate in Haman gilse, | | perhaps I mightn’t.” | Thy spirit now to judgment flies, | «But these verses, sir—” And—" “ Upon the-ah-the-the subject of Spring. | “how this in any way relates to the spring sir.” “Tt dosen’t refer to the spring at all,” re- Ah! by my halidome! So I surmised,” | plied the poet. exclaimed he of the quill, in tragic tones. “Tt certainly has the merit of being an| “No, young man, no; you can’t spring that | original treatment of that subject,” observed on me. the editor. | AN BastRR stN A TAD EGO. i comicbooks.com