The Corvallis Gazette

THE EDITOR'S VACATION.

The tired editor sat in his chair.

Perspiringly breathing the hot, sultry air,

And writing up "personals," a column or so,

Of folks who are gone, and others to go,

To the summer resorts, to the mountains and hills

To the breezy old sea, or cool woodland rills.

And he wrote that Miss Gush had gone with some more

To summer at Newport, and hear the waves roar,

While young "Mr. Gush had gone to Nahant.

Along with his sisters and cousins and aunt.

And Mr. Fitznoodle is going away

To sweet Saratoga, so lovely and gay."

"Miss Biff and Miss Baff have gone to the lakes,

Miss Buff to the country" (beware of the snakes);

"Mr. Snob to the mountains to take a short rest

Mr. Snob has decided to take in the West."

"Messrs. Fairfax McDougall and Patrick McGee

Are going to Long Branch to bathe in the sea,

Etc., etc. He wrote a lot more,

Then the editor laid down his paper and swore.

"I sit here and sweat, get no thanks for my pains.

While these people possessed of more money

than brains

Go off to these places to stay and keep cool,

While I stay at work; I'm a regular fool;

I've got lots of passes, but here I must stay.

For the paper will dwindle if I go away."

Then he looked at the ceiling, then frowned at the

floor.

And made "centre shot," in the old cuspidore;

Then jumped to his feet and excitedly said:-

"I'm going, the paper may go to old Ned.

I fear not the 'boss,' nor his fierce indignation,

He surely can't kick if I take a vacation.

And without preparation, sans collar, sans socks,

He took his vacation

He walked 'round the block