From The Seattle Star, October 21, 1912. By Berton Braley. I feel I am needing a change in my reading; I weary of tales which describe The poor east side tailor who lives in his squalor Amid all the rest of his tribe; I also am weary of stories more cheery Which chiefly—yes, wholly—concern The beautiful heiress with gowns made in Paris And the youth who has money to burn. I long for narrations of people whose stations Are not so extreme either way. The people I meet in the office and street in The course of my business and play; I don’t care for stories of wealth and its glories Nor tales of acute misery; I long in my fiction to find the depiction Of commonplace people—like me!