Written
by request, for the first edition of the “Cambridge Times”
I.
Hark!
A strange like call upon the street,
A newsboy’s piercing cry;
“De
Cambridge Times, sir,” loud and clear,
“De Cambridge Times, sir, w’y
It’s
de new paper, ain’t yer heard?
So much der worse fer you;
De
Ward T’ree paper, first edish,
A corer, mister, too…
II.
“New
Journalism’s” bound to win,
New Journalism, clean;
And
that the “The Times” is all of this,
Will
easily be seen.
Progressive
and aggressive lines,
Fearless and up to date;
“Without
a muzzle,” a-la Post,
But wise and full sedate.
III.
Still
rings the cry along the street,
A journal new is born;
And
hark unto the editor,
The while he took his horn.
Again
the newsboy’s pleasant call,
“De Cambridge Weekly new!
De
Cambridge Times, sir, right dis way,
A corker mister, too.
IV.
O,
there are “times” in Cambridge
“The Cambridge Times” will show;
There’ll
be no keeping shady,
The things we ought to know.
Cry
up, my boy, your journal,
Plant courage in your tone;
There’s
better “Times” for Cambridge
Than she has ever known.
Pub.
July 10, 1897
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