AN EDITOR’S DREAM.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume X, Issue 1163, 30 September 1882, Page 2

AN EDITOR’S DREAM.

An Editor fell asleep onco upon a time an 10l ' he dreamed a dream. And it seemed to him, I that having armed himself with certain paper ' and books, he turned his steps to heaven and I knocked at the gate. u Hello ; is that you again ? What do you , wish ?” said Peter. ‘‘ Let those persons again come fc.rlli,” 1 replied the editor ; and Peter made them ; pass through the gate and stand outside. They came as before, and uttered the same | cries as before. “ Why didn’t you notice the big egg I sent you ?” yelled the first. “ It was rotten,” replied the editor. “AS hy didn’t you write up my soda fountain ?” said the druggist. “ A ou had your tickets printed at another office,” cahnly replied the local man. “ Why did you write about old Tomlinson’s hens, and never speak of my new gate ?” shouted a third. “ Old Tomlinson paid for his advertising, and you didn’t. Here’s the bill,” said the editor* “ Why did you spell my name wrong in the programme ?” groaned the local talent. i “ Take a look at your manuscript and see for yourself,” replied the editor, with a grim smile. The rest of the company yelled out their complaints in unison, and the editor calmly sorted out. a pile of bills for unpaid subscriptions, and presented eaeh with one ; and it was so when they received them, all tore their hair and rushed violently down a steep place to the sea; and St. Peter, taking the editor calmly by the hand, led him within the gate, . and said : — | “ Come, friend ; these ehaps managed to . slip through here in spite of us, but, thanks to the Press, we know now what sort of fellows they are. Come in and stay ; we need a few such men us you in her