THE ghost of Father Gutenberg
Came back upon a visit.
He saw a modern printing press,
And cried, “Good sakes, what is it?”
He saw a linotype at work
On endless composition,
And said, “It must be that my mind
Is not in good condition.”
He heard the newsboys hawk their wares,
And saw the bookstores busy,
Found magazines on every stand
Until it made him dizzy.
He said, “Whoever could have thought
All this I was imparting?
One never guesses, after all,
How much he may be starting.”