For the top of the page Fergus set a heading, proofed it, and showed it to Nort.
"Not big enough," said Nort. "Got anything larger?"
Fergus thought he had, and presently returned with a heading in regular poster type:
POEMS OF HEMPFIELD
I can see Nort yet, holding it up for us to view, and shouting:
"Bully boy, Fergus, that'll get 'em!"
We introduced the poetry with a statement that for several years the Star had received poems, written by the citizens of the town and county, very few of which had been published. We presented them to our readers as one expression of the life, thought, and interests of our town.
On Wednesday—we went to press Wednesday afternoon—Nort came in from dinner with a broad smile on his face.
"Got another poem," he said.
"Humph," growled Fergus, who knew that he would have to set it up.