Democratic Sentinel, Volume 3, Number 16, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 May 1879 — why He Was Insane. [ARTICLE]

why He Was Insane.

Our local poet came into the sanctum yesterday with a wild look in his eye, and asked our opinion concerning the easiest method of committing suicide. We questioned him, and he finally divulged: the cause of his sorrow. “ I sent a poem to a literary paper,” said he. “ Here is one of the verses,” and he handed us a slip of paper which read: Twas all my life to sweetly gaza Into those liquid eyes, And oft I turntxl away my head To heave internal sighs. “ Very pretty,” said we, in a consoling manner. “There’s nothing in that to cause one to feel bad.” “No o-o,” he blubbered, but this is the way it was printed,” and he passed over a printed slip from some newspaper, which ran as follows: ’Twas all my life to sweetly gaze Into those liquid eyes, And oft I turned away, and had Heaves of infernal size. “ That’s what’s killing n. e,” said he, in a frenzy. “That’s what’s sucking my life away like a child at an orange. ‘ Heaves of infernal size I ’ Oh I I’m going crazy! ” and the poor fellow only stopped to ask for a cigar ere he bolted out the door.— Oil City Derrick.