That is the way of the newspaper man.

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One night a week may he rest from his labor,

One night at home to be father and neighbor;

Just a few hours for his own bit of leisure,

All the rest's gazing at other men's pleasure,

All the rest's toiling, and yet he rejoices,

All the world is, and that men do, he voices—

Who knows a calling more glorious than

The day-by-day work of the newspaper man?

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[Pg 36]

A BOY AND HIS DAD

A boy and his dad on a fishing-trip—

There is a glorious fellowship!

Father and son and the open sky

And the white clouds lazily drifting by,

And the laughing stream as it runs along

With the clicking reel like a martial song,

And the father teaching the youngster gay

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