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Editor Owen, of San Jose, / Commonly known as "our friend J.J." / Weary of scribbling for daily bread, / Weary of writing what nobody read, / Slept one day at his desk and dreamed / That an angel before him stood and beamed / With compassionate eyes upon him there.
Editor Owen is not so fair / In feature, expression, form or limb / But glances like that are familiar to him; / And so, to arrive by the shortest route / At his visitor's will he said, simply: "Toot." / "Editor Owen," the angel said, / "Scribble no more for your daily bread.
Your intellect staggers and falls and bleeds, / Weary of writing what nobody reads.
Eschew now the quill -- in the coming years / Homilize man through his idle ears.
Go lecture!" "Just what I intended to do," / Said Owen. The angel looked pained and flew.