(After Rudyard Kipling, for Trotwood’s Monthly.)
(A yellow editor has complained to the governor of Minnesota that the warden of the Stillwater penitentiary has refused to allow one of his convicts to subscribe for a certain saffron journal.—News Item.)
Now Tomlinson once robbed a man in Berkeley Square,
And a copper caught him in the act and nabbed him then and there.
The copper grabbed him by the neck and hurried him away.
In a blue patrol that was right outside, he rode through shadows gray
To a gloomy place in the darksome town where the blatant noises cease,
And they came to a gate within a wall where the jailer has the keys.
“Stand up, stand up, now Tomlinson, and answer loud and high.
Your name and age, and all of that and ye need not ask me why.”