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Nay, why do foolish politicians strive / To win a fleeting popularity? / In vain, in vain, they jealously contrive / To turn the doting Public Eye from Me. / What was this land, this nation, destined for? / For Art, Trade, Politics? All out of place. / Behold, I am the Sporting Editor! / I call the race!
Reviewers, leader writers -- what are they? / Subs., poets, novelists? Scribes of a sort - / Mere puny scribbling creatures of a day; / While I, the people's idol, stand for Sport! / For mark, when inspiration falls on me, / What recks the public of that nameless band? / I ope' my lips, and wisdom, gushing free, / O'erflows the land.