Is this not a Beautiful Steam Press?  The Steam is Lying Down on the Floor taking a Nap.  He came from Africa and is Seventy Years Old.  The Press prints Papers.  It can Print Nine Hundred papera an Hour.  It takes One Hour and Forty Minutes to Print the Edition of the Paper.  The Paper has a circulation of Thirty-seven thousand.  The business Manager says so.

It was indeed a happy departure from the ruder fooling of the newspaper paragrapher of that day to clothe satire on current events and every-day affairs in the innocent simplicity of the nursery.  But the vast majority of these Primer paragraphs were by no means as innocent as those quoted.  Many of them had a sting more sharp than that of the wasp embalmed in one of them: 

  See the Wasp.  He has pretty yellow stripes around his Body, and a
  darning needle in his tail.  If you will Pat the Wasp upon the Tail,
  we will Give you a nice Picture Book.

Very many of them seemed inspired by an irrepressible desire to incite little children to deeds of mischief never dreamed of in Baxter’s Saints’ Rest.  Here are a precious pair of paragraphs, each calculated to bring the joy that takes its meals standing into any home circle where youthful incorrigibles were in need of outside encouragement to their infant initiative: 

  THE NASTY TOBACCO

What is that Nasty looking object?  It is a Chew of Tobacco.  Oh, how naughty it is to use the Filthy weed.  It makes the teeth black, and spoils the Parlor Carpet.  Go Quick and Throw the Horrid Stuff Away.  Put it in the Ice Cream Freezer or in the Coffee Pot where Nobody can see it.  Little Girls you should never chew Tobacco.

  THE MUCILAGE

  The Bottle is full of Mucilage.  Take it and Pour some Mucilage into
  Papa’s Slippers.  Then when Papa comes Home it will be a Question
  whether there will be more Stick in the Slippers than on your Pants.

But whoever wishes to learn of the peculiar side of Child life that appealed most strongly to Eugene Field when his own earlier born children were still in the nursery age, should get a copy of “The Tribune Primer” and read, not only the sketches themselves, but between the lines, where he will find much of the teasing spirit that kept his whole household wondering what he would do next.  In these sketches will be found frequent references to the Bugaboo, a creation of his fancy, “With a big Voice like a Bear, and Claws as long as a Knife.”  His warning to the little children then was, “If you are Good, Beware of the Bugaboo.”  In later life he reserved the terror of the Bugaboo for naughty little boys and girls.

His first poem to his favorite hobgoblin, as it appeared in the Denver Tribune, was the following: 

  THE AWFUL BUGABOO

  There was an awful Bugaboo
  Whose Eyes were Red and Hair was Blue;
  His Teeth were Long and Sharp and White
  And he went prowling ’round at Night.