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ANOTHER PLAN

Editor Owen, of San Jose,Commonly known as "our friend J.J."Weary of scribbling for daily bread,Weary of writing what nobody read,Slept one day at his desk and dreamedThat an angel before him stood and beamedWith compassionate eyes upon him there.Editor Owen is not so fairIn feature, expression, form or limbBut glances like that are familiar to him;And so, to arrive by the shortest routeAt his visitor's will he said, simply: "Toot.""Editor Owen," the angel said,"Scribble no more for your daily bread.Your intellect staggers and falls and bleeds,Weary of writing what nobody reads.Eschew now the quill—in the coming yearsHomilize man through his idle ears.Go lecture!" "Just what I intended to do,"Said Owen. The angel looked pained and flew.Editor Owen, of San Jose,Commonly known as "our friend J.J."Scribbling no more to supply his needs,Weary of writing what nobody reads,Passes of life each golden yearSpeaking what nobody comes to hear.