Kills those communications whose sour fruit
Would probably have been—a libel suit;
Rejects that trash his desk so often finds,
Unfit to set before his readers' minds;
And sends the scum of malice, filth and spite,
To be made into paper, pure and white!
Let The Waste Basket's countless merits ring;
But still it is not quite The Sanctum King!
So, then, if none of those of which I speak,
Is vested with the qualities we seek,