Press
agents now are all the go
No matter what your line;
You
cannot run your own caboose
If you desire to shine.
The
showman long has had the field
All to himself, but now
He’s
necessary everywhere,
To him we all must bow.
If
you’re a “has been” in your biz,
If you would shine again,
You
can “come back” if you’ll employ
The agent’s facile pen.
If
skies for you are dull and gray,
And darkness hovers o’er,
Get
your press agent on the job,
And they will shine once more.
For
he can paint a glowing sky,
Where miracles are rife;
Can
wind the public round his pen,
Can bring the dead to life.
Let
salesman, clerk, cashier go hang,
If you would catch the mob
Secure
your bold press agent now
And get him on the job.
Sept. 11, ‘10
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