A Hard One To Answer

The lonp-haired caller in the editorial room was indignant. "Poets are bom, sir," he said to the eminent practical editor. "Of course thoy are," responded the editor, suavely, "you didn't imagine I thought they were hatched, did you?" "I mean, sir, they are born; born, sir, do you understand?" "I think I do," and the editor rubbed his chin reflectively, "but why are' they?" That was the straw that fractured the spinal column of the camel and the