And, as the poetry market seemed to be sort of overly supplied at the present time, he decided he must do somethin' to earn a dollar, and, seein' our ad, he comes to Wellmouth Port and the Old Home.
"'But look here,' says I, 'we ain't got no job for a literary.

We need fellers to pass pie and wash dishes.

And THAT ain't no poem.' "Well, he thought perhaps he could help make up advertisin'.
"'You can't,' I told him.

'One time, when Peter T.Brown was away, me and Cap'n Jonadab cal'lated that a poetry advertisement would be a good idee and we managed to shake out ten lines or so.

It begun: "When you're feelin' tired and pale To the Old Home House you ought to come without fail." "'We thought 'twas pretty slick, but we never got but one answer, and that was a circular from one of them correspondence schools of authors, sayin' they'd let us in on a course at cut rates.