(Editor's note: Oct. 3 through 9 is National Newspaper Week. The following poem was written by Charles F. Wadsworth in 1920)
It isn't a very big paper, as newspapers go these days, but its little town it has put on the map in a hundred different ways,
It has no leased wire in its offices, nor fourdecked presses to run -- its paper comes just in a bundle, and not by the carload, or ton,
But it has claims to distinction, and which it will always make good; its limit is only the limit of how people do as they should.
It boosted for incorporation, for grading and sidewalks and trees -- schools -- teachers -- and helped train the boys that America sent overseas.
It argued for health and for sewers, and places for kiddies to play -- for parks and clean living and thinking, and brightened the invalid's way.
It befriended the churches and lodges, the band and the choral club, too, and helped with the flour mill and coal mines and all that good citizens do.
To push a good town to the front row where people will see it and smile -- for a live town induces good nature -- good nature eliminates bile.
It mentioned all the babies and spread their fame far and wide. Inspired them through life and then said a good word for them when they died.
The crops of the neighborhood always came in for a compliment, too, And the front office had an exhibit of wheat, oats and barley on view.
A mention was made of the flowers, the orchards and lawns and the grass, And once in a while an acknowledgement of a "passel of garden sass;"
The world was told of the chickens and turkeys that strutted about, And even about the red heifer that broke the fence down and got out,
New buildings and all such improvements were specially played up strong, new paint on a fence and new porches were always good for a song.
The paper is still doing duty as neighbor, guide, mentor and friend, but the pathway is crooked and thorny and many have come to the end.
Unnourished and starved and neglected as though they had never been boosting and struggling and boosting; determined, with fair help, to win;
But in fact, the paper's one of us, and one that we like to greet; so hats off! three cheers! and appreciation! to the old hometown sheet!
-- Charles Frederick Wadsworth