Poems (Elliott)/A Plea to Delinquent Subscribers
A Plea to Delinquent Subscribers
The Annual needs your pennies, As well as your "moral support"—So every one please get busy And show that you are a good sport.
The Editors all are frantic, The Manager's near insane, The Staff's gone through every antic In order to get more gain.
And while we have many a subscription We beg you to bring up the "dough,"—The Printer'll have fits conniption If we don't pay what we owe.
E'en though you've signed up for the Annual— That's little enough at the best,—It's a far cry from putting your name down To hauling it out of your vest.
So ante up now like a good one,— Of poverty do not complain,—Put your hand deep down in your pocket And quiet our Manager's pain.