I'll look round, any way.' "'Between you and me,' said the editor, 'the chap I'm going to assassinate is a poet--a fellow named Markley.

He has been sending poetry to this paper every day for eight months.

I never printed a line, but he keeps stuffing it in as if he thought I was depositing it in the bank and drawing interest on it.

Well, sir, it's got to be so bad that it annoys me terribly.

It keeps me awake at night.