The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1879-07-22
The Bash rul Poet and the Knowing
Young Newspaper Man.

Anybody could tell what he had.
Every man in the sauctum knew in a
minute. The timid knock a. the door
gaze him clea away at the start No
man or woman ever knocks at a sane
tunI door unless be comes on that fatal
errand. Then he csme inside and took
OF his hat aud bowed all around the
rocm, when every man on the staff
roared out, in terrible chorus, Come
in !! Then he asked for the editor. and
when the underlin2s. with a fine ming
ling Of truth and grammar. pointed
10 the younges. and newest man in the
Office and yelled, That's him" be
walked up to the young gentleman des-
igrated, and before he could unroil hi-
manuscript. We knew the subject of It,
and deep groan echoed around the
room
Poetry, ynurg man asked tn" edi-
tor.
Yes. sir.' sa!i the poet "A couple Of
triolets aud . sonnet on . marriage Of
my sister and an old college friend
odd college friend, male or female.
yonng man ? asked the editor. severely
Male. sir said the yolng man.
He said sir every time, and every
time lie said it all the young gentlemen
Of the staff. save the one that personated
the Governor. sniciered. He looked
severe
Amy more, young mani h. asked.
Yes. sir. replied the infant Ten'y-
SOD, IA KIND Of an idyI. All ode inscribed
To Ny Lost Love.
Love been lost very long. young
mau = asked the journalist. very criti-
caliy.
Well it's immaterial. that is. STAN
mered the young man, its indefinite
its
Ever advertised for it, asked the re-
porter, who was writing . puff Of Slabs
tombstonss. but he was instantly
frowned down.
Anything more 2 asked the princi
pal interlocntor; anything more. young
man
Yes. SIR WAS the hopeful response
"A threnody in memory of my departed
brother.
'Brothor dead. young man. or only
gone To- Sage'own?
Dead. sir
Your own brother
No, sir. never had q real brother
IT. only imaginary
Cant take this young man. WAS the
chilling reply. Poetry. TO tiEd accep
tance with this Journal must be trne.
Have To reject tins threnody. not b,-
cause it is not very beautiful, but be-
cause it is not true, Now. how much
do yon want for these otherss' And he
fingered them over like Il man buying
MAX skins.
The poet really did not know. lie
had never published before; he bad
barely dared to hope to have them pub
lishet at all. A few copies of the paper
containing them. he was sure
Oh, no, the editor broke in. oh. no.
no. sir. can't do that We don't do bus
mess that way if poem or sketch is
worth publishing it is worth paying
for. Would Sl5 pay you for these !?
| The poet blushcd to the floor with
gratitude. and the young journalist
graudly wrote out On order aud handed
it to the poet.
Take tha, to the Court House, he
said, aud the Auditors clerk will give
you the money
The poet bowed and withdrew, and
with great merriment the journalists
burned his poems and resumed their
work
That wasn't the funny part Of it,
however. The next day the simple
minded poet presented his order to the
clerk designated, and it was so that the
clerk owed the paper $lS for subscrip
ton aud advertising. and he promptly
cashed the order and turned it in when
his bill was presented. and the manager
just charged it to the salary Of the
smart young journalist who signed the
order. and the hsppiest man and the
maddest man in America are living in
Burlington. One Of them Is happy,
green, unsophistica.ed young machine
poet. and the other q wide-swSke. up
to-snuff. know the world. get up and
dust young journalist, who is already u
rival of Horace Greeley in some Of the
verbal departments of journslism.
A LADY in Portland. Maine. called
at . jewelry store. aud after making q
purchase, went home. Two hours later
. messenger called at her house and in-
formed her that she had left something
at the jewellers. Nov. le. me see." J"
shc unused: what can it be- Here is
my pocket book. and there on the sofs
is my fan, and l have got my gold
watch here. and my bonnet-why,
where is my bonnet !-oh. there it is
on the floor; it fell off the table And
really can't thiak what l have for
gotten. Why. to be sure! How ab.
sent minded,I an IdeclAre il lhaven't {
forgotten my darling. precious little
babel" And 30 she ksd-only that and
nothing more.
Mr.. Worth. of New Harrison, Wis d,