Judge — September 3, 1887 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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to being: from necessity, as many other things have come. Talent is not appreciated until it comes to the surface, and it : has to come up for th or perish. Think of the vast deep of ti an and how little of it is on top. We concluded that wit 1 poetry, sentiment and song were imbedded and we would be the miners to dig it out and market it. Lit- erature was in a state of decline, In fact our liter- ature had been declined wherever presented. We would organize this club and faithfully read and comment on all produetions. There was a lurki suspicion that poems which might haye moved a world to tears were tossed unread into the waste- basket. Jokes which might have sent a ripple of mirth around the globe fell coldly on the ears of editors, and sentiment wh cht have moved the masses—* them asses,” as Sidney Daboll Bos. tick, our green poet, who was nicely Brownin said chucked out of a window as worthless.” Why did Annette Pinkerson and Wiikerson Me- Fadden, our novelists, have to pay for the printing of their stories in the country papers when Mrs Burnett and Howells and Jan rolling in wealth ? That is what they said, ugh we do not know how any one rolls in wealth unless it is in barrels and is rolled into the cellar. Throck- morton Jones, who had achieved distine writing sarcastic articles in regard to the e of a plank road and signing himself “ Junius was mide president of the club, “Old Subserit Harrison Harkins, who originated 4." sald the president, *a literary gem.” the style of joke, ** Why doesn't Febru: but April May,” was made treasurer, and thanked the club in a touching and lengthy m: He said, “This ‘ere club is not to be a V literary lunatics. It is to be a congen’ on which kindred spirits may meet and compare their 1 Here the wings of y be spread, and, diving deep into the ocean of fancy, bring back the gems from distant mines. (Appla Here the adamantine rocks of truth shall pour their beacon lights upon the parched’ deserts of ignorance in limpid streams. (Cries of * Go it, Sid.’) Here envy may never iecr wih hateful cyes, nor slander pour out her baleful tale. T thank you for the honor conferred upon me. Tho sacred and heavy trust of caring ioe the funds of a literary club would crush some men, but I undertake it gladly. Again T thank you.” (Uproarious applause.) _There were thirty-two charter members, and they immediately proceeded to busine It was voted to ry the use of a bouncing chair for spring poets, also to discounte: the use of a lime-hole for poor compositors once use? by the Rochester Express. Also during y March?” “T don't: know, ere’ “T thank you for the honor conferred upon the heated term a man was tobe allowed to ask ‘Is this warm enough for you?” without im- periling his life. Dropping a man down the elevator well for bringing in a poem tied with blue ribbon was voted a barbar- ism and relic of the dark ages, Base-ball clubs standing beside the managing edi newspaper offices w standing menace and repressi of native genius, At this moment Ebenezer Skaggs, the sub-editor on the Columbia County Clarion, arose and asked the president, “If I to lose a dog in New York in January, why would T look for him in the pound 2” The awestricken president whispered that there was no pound in New York mid- winter. “Talluded,” said Skaggs, “‘to the pound of sausage I might buy.” A groan was heard all over the room, and the president appointed a committee to examine Skaggs and take away any more such jokes he might have concealed about his person. I hold here in my hand,” said the president, “+ a literary gem which is now very much in vogue. » funny paper can do without the double-barreled poetic joke on phonetic spelling. Whether there isa market for them I do not know, but they are served up at every literary meal and some one must furnish them. They are easy to manufaccure and not very wearing on the brain; in fact no brain i ry. A dictionary and a pencil do the And coughed loudly to attract attention There was a young man of great vigor Asa hunter was making a figor, With an unloaded gun, Which he pointed in fun, Shot his dog when he pulled on the triggor. A yloom which might be felt, or straw, or any other material, it was so thick, fell on the gathering. ‘I will appoint a committee to report on this style of fun at our next meeting. In the meantime cheer up. There 1s nothing fatal in the verse.” At this moment Algernon Swinburne Pangborn, a young man hh red pimples and white hair, arose and drew a manuscript from hip pocket and coughed loudly to attract attention.“ Lhave here alittle morceau on life which is not very dead. [threw it off in an idle moment. SORROW VERSUS JOY. ~ Laugh and the world laughs with you, Weep and you weep alon “Stop right there,” yelled the president; ‘* Col. Joyce and Ella Wheeler each has a poem commencing like that. We will have no * Beautiful Snow’ business in this club. If you never read those lines you are fortunate. If you have read them you are a fool.” . Twenty-four man- uscripts instantly dis- fell and the first meeting closed. It looks as if might grow out of “Tho THE OLD PROFESC™ appeared. The gavel 2 good deal of instrusiion ind amusement Blue Pencil Club.” A MAN OF PRINCIPLE. Bay ram, sir?” : aver? Tam a staunch prohibitionist.” Barber— Customer: