The Western Journalist
" It's a wonderful town, " said the newspaper man in Kansas City, Mo.,
" My job is rather an easy one — as jobs on a paper go.
The boys out here are a lively crowd, our sheet is there with a punch;
My house is only a mile from the shop and I always go home for lunch.
I've grown attached to the breezy town " — and he took me by the sleeve
And added: " Yes, I'm fond of the place, and I'd certainly hate to leave
I never can like a town so well as Kansas City, Mo.
Good by ... If you hear of a job in New York, will you promise to let me know? "
" I knew you'd like our beautiful town, " said the Denver reporting guy.
" It's sunny every day in the year, and the city's a whole mile high.
Our death rate now is the lowest ever known in this part of the West;
Our system of parks is perfect — it is known as the nation's best.
The melons we get in the summer — well, you ought to be here in May —
Are better, I guess, than you'll ever see on Wall Street or on Broadway.
No, it isn't much of a newspaper town — that is its one defect.
Good by ... If you hear of a job in New York, just wire me at once, collect. "
" Some town is right, " said the genial, able, earnest slave of the pen.
" It's a wonderful place to live, all right " — he was talking about Cheyenne.
" I've learned a lot since I've been out here; Wyoming's a wonderful state.
The air, the ranches, the mountains, the folks — the whole darned thing is great.
I doubt if I'd like it anywhere else; it grows on a man out here;
We've sunshine practically every day in the pleasant time of the year.
But the newspaper game is pretty dead, and I wouldn't, of course, decline
A job in New York. If you hear of one, I wish you'd drop me a line. "
" Los Angeles is a lovely town, " said a journalistic youth.
" The stories about the climate here don't approximate half the truth.
It's a wonderful place to live in, but the newspaper game is slow;
So if you hear of a job down East, will you promise to let me know? "
" The liveliest town in the country, this, " said the San Francisco lad.
" The papers here are a prosperous lot, but the pay is pretty bad.
I'd like a whack at the New York game, for a couple of years, at least;
Just let me know, when you get back home, if you hear of a job down East. "
Thus ran the burden of his song —
The Western pamphleteer —
" Fresh air does not a living make,
Nor climate a career. "
" My job is rather an easy one — as jobs on a paper go.
The boys out here are a lively crowd, our sheet is there with a punch;
My house is only a mile from the shop and I always go home for lunch.
I've grown attached to the breezy town " — and he took me by the sleeve
And added: " Yes, I'm fond of the place, and I'd certainly hate to leave
I never can like a town so well as Kansas City, Mo.
Good by ... If you hear of a job in New York, will you promise to let me know? "
" I knew you'd like our beautiful town, " said the Denver reporting guy.
" It's sunny every day in the year, and the city's a whole mile high.
Our death rate now is the lowest ever known in this part of the West;
Our system of parks is perfect — it is known as the nation's best.
The melons we get in the summer — well, you ought to be here in May —
Are better, I guess, than you'll ever see on Wall Street or on Broadway.
No, it isn't much of a newspaper town — that is its one defect.
Good by ... If you hear of a job in New York, just wire me at once, collect. "
" Some town is right, " said the genial, able, earnest slave of the pen.
" It's a wonderful place to live, all right " — he was talking about Cheyenne.
" I've learned a lot since I've been out here; Wyoming's a wonderful state.
The air, the ranches, the mountains, the folks — the whole darned thing is great.
I doubt if I'd like it anywhere else; it grows on a man out here;
We've sunshine practically every day in the pleasant time of the year.
But the newspaper game is pretty dead, and I wouldn't, of course, decline
A job in New York. If you hear of one, I wish you'd drop me a line. "
" Los Angeles is a lovely town, " said a journalistic youth.
" The stories about the climate here don't approximate half the truth.
It's a wonderful place to live in, but the newspaper game is slow;
So if you hear of a job down East, will you promise to let me know? "
" The liveliest town in the country, this, " said the San Francisco lad.
" The papers here are a prosperous lot, but the pay is pretty bad.
I'd like a whack at the New York game, for a couple of years, at least;
Just let me know, when you get back home, if you hear of a job down East. "
Thus ran the burden of his song —
The Western pamphleteer —
" Fresh air does not a living make,
Nor climate a career. "
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