A DAY WITH LORD DID-MORE.
“Mr. Hearst is the home brew; no other hope.”
—The Trib.
At his usual hour Lord Did-More rose—
Renewed completely by repose—
His pleasant duty to rehearse
Of oiling up the universe.
Casting a glance aloft, he saw
That, yielding to a natural law,
The sun obediently moved
Precisely as he had approved.
If mundane things would only run