Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1879-08-22
Value Received.

Anybody could tell what he had.
Every man in the sanctum knew in
minute. The timid knock at the door.
gave him clear away at the very start.
No man or woman ever knocks at Q
sanctum door unless he comes on that
fatal errand. Then he came inside and
took of his hat and bowed all round
the room, when every man on the staff
roared out, in terrible chorus, "Come
in J" Then he asked for 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, "Thats him |"
be walked up to the young gentleman
designated, and before he could unroll
his manuscript we knew the subject of
it, and deep groan echoed around the
room.
Poetry. young man9" asked the
editor.
"Yes, sir" said the poet, ga couple
OF triolets and sonnet on the marriage
of my sister with an old college friend"
cold college friend male or female.
young man ?" asked the editor, severe
AAAAOs oAA oo4u LAO yOuuk luhus
He said sir" every time, and every
time he said it, all the young gentleman
OF the staff save the young gentleman
who personatcd the governor, snickered.
He looked severe.
" Anything more, young MANI" he
asked. Yes, sir" replied the infant
Tennyson, "a kind of an idyl, an ode
inscribed To My Lost Love-"
Love been lost very long. young
man?" asked the journalist, very criti-
cally.
".Well, it's immaterial, that u.s." stam-
mered the young man, "it's indefinite
it's"
"Ever advertised for it ~ asked the
reporter who was writing puff for
Slabs tombstones, but he was instantly
frowned down.
Anything more ?" asked the princi.
pal interlocutor, "anything more, young
man ?"
Yes, sir" was the hopeful response,
"a threnody in memory of my de-
parted brother"
Brother dead, young man, or only
gone to Sagetown?"
dead, sir"
4OuA Wv ~ OAOtuC1
Ono, sir. 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 HaUkeue. must
be true. Have to reject this threnody,
not because it is not very beautiful, but
because it is not true. Now, how much
do you want for these others ?" And
he fingered them over like man buy
ing mink skins.
The poet really didn't know. He had
never published before; he had barely
dared hope to have his'verses published
at all. A few copies of the paper con-
tanning them would, he was sure
"Oh, no." the editor broke in. "oh,
20, no sir, can't do that we don't do
business that way; if a poem or sketch
is worth publishing, it is worth paying
for. Would SIS satisfy you for these?"
The poet blushed to the floor with
gratitude and the young journalist
grandly wrote out an order and handed !
it to the poet.
Take 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
burned his poems and resumed their
work.:
That wasn't the funny part Of it, how
ever. The next day the supplemented
poet presented his order to the clerk
designated. And it was so that the clerk
owed the paper eighteen dollars for SUBJ
scription and advertising, and he
promptly cashed the order and turned
it in when his bill was presented, and
the manager Just charged it to the sal
airy account Of the smart young journal
ist who signed the order, and the hap
piest man and the maddest man in
America are living in Burlington. One
of them is happy, green, unsophisti-
Gated young machine poet, and the
other is a wide-awake, up-to-snuf,
know-the-world, get-up-and.dust young
journalist, who is already q rival of
Horace Greeley in some Of the verbal
departments of alism.-Bur!ingtos
HaUkeye.
Plucky Carrie Roberts, the 14-year-
old servant of G. H. Kitchen, of Mon
roo n was altooathar ton much for the