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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357728" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Town Types No. 5 - Mr Mead The Printer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357728" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Mr Mead, the printer' - so the townsfolk called him;<br>But never in his presence since his reign began;<br>Such a plain, plebeian title would most surely have appalled him <br>Felix Mead, Esquire, the literary man.<br>Down the street each morning to the office of The Banner <br>Crazy little tin shed - gravely he'd proceed;<br>Most sedate his measured gait, dignified his manner.<br>And all the town was very proud of F. T. Mead.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357728" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Have you met our Mr Mead, sir? A bookman and a scholar.'<br>A grave man, a deep man, rarely known to laugh.<br>Toiling at the week's news, ever in the collar,<br>With his little printer's devil, single member of 'the staff.'<br>Toiling at the type-case, toiling at the leader;<br> Clothing leading citizens with fleeting, local fame:<br>'Got to hold the balance, sir; can't be a special pleader.<br> Tact, sir, tact is the secret of the game.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357728" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He censured Mr Gladstone, and in no uncertain manner;<br>Vainly might the Russian Czar, the Turkish Sultan plead;<br>Vainly might the nations crave the mercy of The Banner<br>If they once aroused the anger of our F. T. Mead.<br>But the local feuds and furies must be handled circumspectly<br>The local advertiser must be treated with respect:<br>Tho' he warned the German Emperor and sneered at him directly,<br>'It's tact, sir, tact that no pressman may neglect.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357728" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The little Banner 'went to bed' every Wednesday morning.<br>To be scattered thro' the district with news of all the 'Hub.'<br>Every Wednesday afternoon found Mr Mead adorning<br>The little back parlour of the little back pub:<br>Mr Mead a mite relaxed, but still austere of manner,<br>With a pot of beer before him and, mayhap, a galley proof.<br>While lesser folk discussed the news in this week's Banner,<br> Our local Solon sat and soaked, lonely and aloof.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a></strong></div>

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