The Lafayette advertiser. [volume] (Vermilionville [i.e. Lafayette], La.) 1865-19??, 1879-07-12
One of 'em and How He Was
Served.

! Anybody could Tell what he had Every
man in the sanctum knew in q minute
The ti,nid knock at the door gave him
clear away at the very start No man OF
woman ever knocks at sanctum door TN
less he comes on that fatal errand. Their
he came inside and took off his hat anc
bowed all round the room, when every
man on the staff roared out, in terrible
chorus. "Come in y Then he asked 70,
the editor, and when the underlings, with
fine mingling of truth and grammar
pointed to the youngest and the newest
man in the office and yelled That's
him y he walked up to the young gentle
man designated, and before he could un,
roll his manuscript we knew the subject Of
it, and deep groan echoed around the
room.
Poetry, young man g. asked the editor.
''Yes, sir" said the poet, "a couple Of
triolets and sonnet on the marriage Of
my sister with an old college friend."-
"Old college friend male or female,
young man?'' asked the editor, severely.
"Male, sir" said the young man.
He said "sir" every time, and every
time be said it, all the young gentlemen
Of the staff save the young gentleman who
personated the governor, snickered. He
looked severe.
"Anything more young man1' be
asked. "Yea, sir" replied the infant
Tennyson, "a kind Of an idyl, an ode in.
scribed ITO Ny Lost Love-"
Love been lost very long, young man!'
asked the journalist, very critically.
well, its immaterial, that is," STAN
mered the young man, "ts indefinite
its"
Ever advertised for it asked the re-
porter who was writing puff for Slabs
tombstones, but he was instantly frowned
down. 0.-
Anything more 2" asked the principal
interlocutor, anything more, young
man?"
''Yes SIR was the hopeful response
"a .threnody in memory Of my departed
brother"
Brother dead, young man, or only
gone to Sagetown q
"Dead, sir"
"Your own brother T.
"No, sir. l never had real brother;
it's only imaginary"
"Can't take this, then, young man"
was the chilling reply; "Poetry, to find
acceptance with The Hawkeye, must be
true. Have TO reject this threnody, not
because it is not very beautiful, but be-
cause it is not true. Now, how much do
you want for these others :" And he fin.
gered them all over like man buying
mink skins.
The poet really didn't know. BE had
never published before; be had barely
dared hope to have his verses published a,
all. A few copies Of the paper containing
them would he was sure
"Oh. no." the editor broke in, 'oh no,
no sir, can't do tha.; we don't do business
that way; IL poem OF sketch is worth
paying for. Would sl5 satisfy you for
these 2"
The poet b'ushed to the floor with
gratitude and the young Journalist grand
y wrote out An order and handed it to
the poet.
"T~ke that to the court house, he said.
"and The auditors clerk will give you the
money"
The poet bowed and withdrew. and
with great merriment the journalists burn
ed his poems and resumed their work.
That wasn't the funny part Of it, how.
ever. The next day the simple minded
poet presented his order TO the clerk des;g
mated. And t was so that the clerk owed
the paper eighteen dollars for subscription
and advertising, and he promptly cashed
the order and TUNED it in when his bill
was presented, and the manager just
charged it to the salary account Of the
smart young journalist who signed the or
der. and the happiest man and the mad
Jest man in America are living ia Bur
lington. One Of them is happy, green,
unsophisticated young machine poet, and
the other is wide awake, up.to snuff,
know the world, get up-and dust young
journalist, who is already arrival Of Horace
Greeley, in some of the verbal depart
ments Of journalism. - Xawkeye.
The reason the boy about printing
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