He wanted to be a Bohemian

The Peterborough Times. August 7, 1875

He came into our office one day last week and asked us if there was a vacancy for a young and aspiring writer. He was a thin-built youth with flowing locks and an expression of pensive melancholy in his eye, and his clethes didn’t seem to fit him. He said his name was Snookers, and that he was at present occupying the abnormal position of a dry-goods clerk in a store in Orillia, wich, however, was only a temporary makeshift, so to speak, for he felt that he had soul yearnings, and aspirations, and things incompatable with a successful mercantile career.